ARAGON (Louis) and Ella Kagan dite Elsa Triolet. Joint lette - Lot 81

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ARAGON (Louis) and Ella Kagan dite Elsa Triolet. Joint lette - Lot 81
ARAGON (Louis) and Ella Kagan dite Elsa Triolet. Joint letter, consisting of 2 pp. 3/4 autograph signed by Louis Aragon, and one p. 1/4 autograph by Elsa Triolet, [addressed to Georges Auric]. Zlatooust [100 km west of Chelyabinsk, Russia], August 8, 1932. The whole occupying 2 recto-verso folio ff.; splits at folds and tear without missing. Elsa Triolet first wrote: "Dear George[s], we are in the Urals, with an international brigade of writers. Factory visits, conferences. There are 6 of us in all (4 writers, me - translator, and a Russian administrator). It's nothing like the trip to Kharkov. We passed through 10 towns and villages, staying between 2 and 6 days. 45 days in all... We have almost no news from anywhere, and the exoticism of our names at the various outposts means that letters regularly get lost... Work in the Urals is great. The more you travel, the more you realize that this really is a proletarian country. This time, it's done! Louis Aragon then added a long message, in fine, tight handwriting. It deals with the Union Internationale des Écrivains Révolutionnaires (UIER) and its French branch, the Association des Écrivains et Artistes Révolutionnaires (AEAR), evokes the dissensions that arose over submission to the Communist Party, and in particular the heated controversy between the latter, on the one hand, and the AEAR and Henri Barbusse's magazine Monde, on the other. " ... For the future in this matter, there is no other hope than in the good work of our association: this too is perfectly clear. If one day there is conflict, well, there will be conflict, and we'll see who will and who won't bend to discipline on the one hand, and who will sell out to the bourgeoisie on the other. These things are bound to break out one day. In the meantime, no one can work, whatever their repugnance, against a collectively decided work...". He also makes a few acid remarks about Benjamin Péret: "Rue Campagne [-Première, where Louis Aragon and Elsa Triolet]: no, you can't find those Péret papers, it's too complicated, it's not that I don't want you to, but there's hardly anyone but me who can practically find them. Once again, I'm sorry, but too bad for that poet who can still sell manuscripts to rich people and then print rubbish about you-and me...". He then discusses the Surrealist leaflet La Mobilisation contre la paix n'est pas la guerre, in which the group calls for participation in the international anti-war congress, while criticizing Henri Barbusse and Romain Rolland. He also talks about his own tract Éclairez votre religion. Aux enfants rouges, a revolutionary catechism he had had printed shortly before in 1932: "... I learn from a note from PVC [Paul vaillant-Couturier] that Les Enfants rouges (which no one has done me the grace of sending me) has aroused multiple severities, but no details about these severities and the boycott of this pamphlet (?). I have written a vast poem in the grand genre, which will definitively classify my case...". He comments on his reading of the correspondence between André Breton and André Rolland de Renéville published in the Nrf of July 1, 1932: "... [I was pleased to note that Renéville is certainly on Breton's side against me, for the reason that dialectical materialism is not on Breton's side. Really, Breton could have done without letting M. de Renéville draw the morality of the fable (on the side of the way that is not the way because it is the way, and other faridondaines)...". Louis Aragon goes on to say that he is delighted by the announced arrival of Georges Auric (and his Russian wife, Nora Felter), but warns him that life here is difficult and that he will have to write poorly paid articles to support himself. Finally, he talks about the U.S.S.R. he is visiting: "... It's wonderful here in the Urals... I'd like to have seen you with the pioneers near Chelyabinsk, or in Sverdlovsk [as Yekaterinburg was then known] in the house where Nicholas, his lady and his little pigs were executed. Not to mention the construction of socialism: our trip two years ago seems like child's play to me. The point of life here, but I won't go into that... Anyway, when I think of rue Fontaine [André Breton's Paris address], it's not always in jest. I also say to myself that our old friends are dangerous imbeciles, and that I dare them to come and spend eight days in Magnitogorsk [300 km south of Chelyabinsk, for example, and come back as before: either broken (as Victor said), or outright counter-revolutionaries if they wanted to persist in their little personal views after this. The entho
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