ENCOUNTERS: PHILIPPE MILLOUX

Philippe Milloux
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I first enountered Philippe when he politely asked me to leave the Alliance Française café, La Cocotte, one evening in October 2012.

I had been having a quiet cup of coffee with little else on my mind when I had noticed people scurrying hither and tither under the direction of a smartly dressed gentleman with the air of a stage director.

It was only a few minutes later that I was politely asked to leave. I then found out that all the scurrying was in preparation for a public interview to be held in the café within the hour. The "stage director" turned out to be the actual Director of the Alliance, the interviewer was to be Loïc Guyon, Chairman of ADEFFI, and the interviewee none other than Philippe Djian.

This was a bit of a coup for the Alliance. Philippe Djan is a famous, insightful, and somewhat steamy, writer who apparently pulls no punches. So after allowing myself to be evacuated I immediately signed up at reception to attend the event.

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There must have been something inspirational about that night because, come the bicentenary of the Battle of Waterloo in 2015, I decided to offer to do my Martello Towers gig, but in French this time, at the Alliance. I assume Philippe didn't bat an eyelid when he got the proposal, though it was later in the process that I had direct contact with him on the matter.

I must have spent about six months translating and adapting my talk for a francophone audience. The proposed format for the evening chopped and changed as the net was cast far and wide to match me up with a suitable counterpart to deliver a Café Historique.

In the event a compatible partner could not be found and I went solo, but with Niall O'Donoghue bringing along the magnificent model of his wonderfully restored Martello Tower to further thrill the audience during the interval.

It must have been a success because, at the end, Philippe asked me if I had any more of them. Alas not. This was a serious once in a lifetime job.

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And then there were the exhibitions. This one was recapping on some French history through various advertising posters. The one above appealed to me particularly for its time anomaly and, anyway, I have a particular interest in typewriters and all things to do with printing.

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Philippe declared himself particularly happy to welcome the exhibition, Drawing Freely, which drew on the work of some 50 cartoonists from around the world setting out their approach to free expression in a variety of domains.

His choice of Seamus Dooly, Secretary of the Irish NUJ, to launch the exhibition was inspired. Seamus had been on the #Charlie march in Paris and pulled no punches on what he thought of some of the participants and their activities on their own home fronts.

The photo above shows Philippe with Seamus (centre) and John Horgan, former Press Ombudsman.

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The Emerging Photographers exhibition (and competition) was a serious contribution by the Alliance to encouraging young photographer graduates. There were three exhibitors, who happened all to be girls (young women to you), and the standard of their projects was high.

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Kathleen Shields, from NUIM, has written a very interesting book on French attitudes to the English language in France. The Irish launch took place in the newly refurbished médiatheque and was picked up by the publishers in their blog.

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Theo Dorgan, Jean-Philippe Imbert, Olivier Litvine

And, finally for now, an interview with Olivier Litvine on his recent translation of James Joyce's Chamber Music and the Irish launch of the book. This turned into a lively discussion on the pros and cons of translation and was a great night.

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The events above chronicle my involvement with the Alliance Française in Dublin over recent times and I have listed them as an illustration of my encounters with the Director, Philippe Milloux, and his work.

By definition, they are only a small, and not necessarily representative, sample of what the Alliance does. They do, however, give some indication of the scope and quality of Philippe's tenure, which is unfortunately coming to an end this summer.

Philippe's background is in education, he started out as a teacher, but he has spent many years now as Director of various Alliance Française implantations around the world, starting with Pondichéry, in India, where Olivier Litvine, mentioned above, is the current Director.

When he took up his present post, Philippe gave a long interview to Eléonore Nicolas which you can hear here - in fast French.

Unfortunately Philippe can not apply for another stint as Director of the Dublin Alliance. Them's the rules, but I must say also the Alliance's loss.

Wishing Philippe all the best in his next incarnation.

Update 1 July 2017
Philippe's Farewell Message

MUSIQUE DE CHAMBRE

Kildare Street Troubadour
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Another good evening for the Alliance Française and for Director, Philippe Milloux, to add to his record in this, his final year there.

This time round it was a poetry reading, but with a difference. James Joyce had written a set of love poems, entitled Chamber Music, while he was still in Dublin and had some aspirations to becoming a poet rather than a novelist. They are short and simple but with resonances and allusions.

They are also untranslatable, as is the case with most good poetry. That is to say that you can never fully reproduce the original in another language. The most you can do is convey the sentiment and the flavour but in what is essentially a new form. If you are lucky you may also be able to render the rhythm or rhyme and preserve much of the range of ambiguity.

Well, Olivier Litvine, currently Director of the Alliance Française in Pondichéry in India, has just attempted some of this in bringing us a French language version of these poems, entitled Musique de Chambre.

Theo Dorgan, Jean-Philippe Imbert, Olivier Litvine

The evening's format was simple. Essentially Olivier read a French version of a poem and Irish poet Theo Dorgan then read Joyce's original version. This all took place against a background crafted by Jean-Philippe Imbert, from DCU, who took on the role of animateur

Noel O'Grady

We didn't hear any of the Joyce poems set to music in either language but, in a marvellously controlled tenor rendering of There's no Place like Home, Noel O'Grady set the musical ambiance of the time within which the poems were written.

Then Jean-Philippe kicked off with an animated introduction which, following a quick poll of the audience, swayed effortlessly between English and French.

It wasn't long before we got to the first reading and though I had some difficulty following it on the spot - my French is not that good and I'm not a poetry buff - I have since read over both the original English and the French versions of many of the poems and Olivier seems to have made a very good fist of it.

He mentioned two aspects of these particular poems which posed a problem for the translator.

Joyce tended from time to time to use old forms like "thee" and "thou" which are not readily carried over fully into a translation. So he opted to just ignore this particular conceit.

A more difficult one is when Joyce invents words. You are never sure of the range of ambiguity in them precisely because they are new and are meant to be a bit of a shock to the system.

I thought I had come across one in these lines and wondered how Olivier would deal with it.

And softly to undo the snood
That is the sign of maidenhood.

Olivier's version

Avant de doucement défaire cette résille
Symbole de ta virginité.

I had to look up "résille" never having had the pleasure of meeting it in French. It turned out to be a "hairnet" and I thought Olivier had caught something there - gossamer, maidenhood and all that. I was convinced that Joyce had made up "snood" though, for the life of me, I couldn't figure out the connotations. Then I looked it up and it turned out to be an actual word denoting a coarse kind of hairnet that hung down over the back of the neck. It definitely fell short of the gossamer evoked by Olivier's simple choice of words.

But the next one is made up.

How sweet to lie there,
Sweet to kiss,
When the great pine forest
Enaisled is!

So is this an island, isolation made by water, like Yeats's Lake Isle, or is it a church aisle flanked by pine trees?

Comme il est doux de s'allonger
Doux de s'embrasser
La où la grande forêt de pin
Fait un lit clos!

And the bed aside, has Olivier evoked "behind closed doors" and "fate" with resonances of Sartre's "Huit Clos"? Who knows? And that's the fun of it.

Theo gave us a very robust reading of the originals. He even wondered at one stage whether Joyce was parodying himself, consciously or unconsciously, but he concluded that, in this case, the poem had actually been rescued by its French translation anyway.

His commentary on Joyce throughout the readings was most illuminating. I think he was a bit taken aback when I described it as provocative, but I meant it as a compliment and, in fact, I was referring to the whole evening, which I found very stimulating.

Having consulted his script, Jean-Philippe figured we had come to the stage where some audience participation might be a good idea.

So I jumped in as suggested that it might be a good thing that Joyce was not with us this evening as the poet himself is not the best translator of his own work. I cited Pearse's poem Fornocht do chonac thú where the poet himself has given us a woeful English translation of a beautiful, and perfect, poem in Irish. The panel seemed to go along with me on that one. You can follow up my angle here.

Jean-Philippe wondered whether a poet could reasonably claim to translate from a language of which he had no understanding whatever. Apparently this is not quite as uncommon as you might think and it takes place through an intermediary who explains the bones of the original.

The audience, including myself, were inclined pour scorn on any such venture until Theo piped up and recounted how he had got stuck once with translating a poem from Slovenian, a language of which he knew absolutely nothing. The result has been hailed as one of the best translations of a poem from Slovenian to English. You'll have to get him to tell the story if you come across him. It's a good one and I'm not going to spoil it here.

If you haven't picked up the flavour of this vibrant and provocative evening the remaining photos below may help.

Une très belle soirée, or as we'd say, "a good time was had by all".