SQUARE (LE) BAC PRO 2025

A man and a woman meet in a public garden. Perhaps we can see the birth of a love. But there is not the essential thing: in these moments shared, in these silences exchanged, they will reach both an absolute form of exile and a form of deep communion. The night can come. The square can close. After Nathalie Sarraute, after Beckett, but in a totally singular way and that she will never renew with such evidence, Marguerite Duras deliberately placed herself on the ground of nothing, of that nothing which is the very thing, the heart of things, and of which Flaubert, the first without doubt, had dreamed of the advent. Not that she is here a heir to realism or a patential representative of the New Roman, but it is in this area of the infinitely small, patiently cleared by modernity, that she chooses to be situated.