The President of the French Republic, Emanuel Macron, commemorated the great writer Ismail Kadare as a free spirit, who participated in the great awakening of the Albanian people that raised the iron curtain.
He said that Kadare honored France by choosing it as the asylum of his creation.
“Today a writer died who embodied, with his life, work and personality, the enrichment of dialogue, the strength of the European spirit and the welcoming vocation of France. The Franco-Albanian writer Ismail Kadaré left us”, it is written in the message of the presidency.
Full message to the French presidency:
“Today a writer died who embodied, with his life, work and personality, the enrichment of dialogue, the strength of the European spirit and the welcoming vocation of France. The Franco-Albanian writer Ismail Kadaré left us”, it is written in the message of the presidency.
He was one of those for whom writing is a struggle; from those whose every word is disconnected from the silence, those whose every line risks being added to minutes, those whose every novel threatens to be the epitaph of their career.
Because he lived and created as a free man, in a country that was not: post-war Soviet Albania, under the iron yoke of Enver Hoxha.
But the discovery of literature opened the shores of a new world to the teenager. By reading Cervantes, Homer and Gogol, he built up his intellectual resistance. So much so that the indoctrination of his literature professors was imposed on him, at the University of Tirana as well as at the Gorky Institute in Moscow, the temple of official literature. Instead of joining the ranks of the “elite corps of socialist realism,” as it was called, he joined the freedom-style resistance fighters. His magnum opus of 1963, The General of the Dead Army, was tolerated because its subject matter was disturbing, its dream thwarted by communist labels: the exhumation of World War II soldiers in front of a priest and an Italian soldier, under Albanian rule , the rain which continues to fall. On the other hand, The Monster, in 1965 and Winter of great solitude, in 1973, made him a pariah, because he denounced the intellectual oppression of Tirana at the time. Twice accused of inciting rebellion, he underwent a period of hard labor deep in the countryside, for which he reported.
After the Palace of Dreams, in 1981, came the consequence: “enemy of the people”. Banned from publication, he decided to seek political asylum. So he turned to the country that had been the first to translate his books, the first to become passionate about his work beyond its borders. With his publisher, Claude Durand, head of Éditions Fayard, he planned a great escape to France in 1990, another blow to the wall of the dictatorship: in Tirana, his departure led to the first student protests in more than forty years.
Since then, from the capital of France to that of an Albania turned into a democracy and finally back to itself, he divided his existence between words and things, people and places. From his walks in the rediscovered Tirana, from this table in the Rostand cafe where he put his notebook and pen every morning, eternal texts were born, at the crossroads of myths and worlds, from the imagination of the pyramid of Cheops to that of Tirana. between the gates of Luxembourg, the shores of Cornwall, and the walls of Troy. They constantly remind us how Europe is the continent of the common, how its history is a common history.
The President of the Republic salutes a free spirit who participated in this great awakening of the people who raised the iron curtain and honored France by choosing it as the asylum of his creation. He sends his heartfelt condolences to his loved ones, his readers and the Albanian people.
