Shelves: favorites , essays-theory For Barthes, every photograph, rather than being a representation, is an expression of loss. The photograph, like all art which precedes it, attempts to eternalize its subject, to imbue it with life-forever, to blend the beautiful with the infinite; but it fails, it reminds us only of mortality death is the mother of beauty. Try though it may, and despite its resemblance to life, the photo can never extend a life which is lost, or a life which is passing. I had understood that henceforth I For Barthes, every photograph, rather than being a representation, is an expression of loss. I had understood that henceforth I must interrogate the evidence of Photography, not from the viewpoint of pleasure, but in relation to what we romantically call love and death. I think of the vain art of aesthetic preservation at the end of Lolita: "I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art.
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Share via Email Roland Barthes in As he rallied support for his presidential campaign of the following year, the leader of the Socialist party was in the habit of entertaining Parisian writers and intellectuals at relatively informal gatherings; political cajolery aside, it was said that Mitterrand simply liked to be apprised of new ideas in art and culture.
Barthes, however, had wavered before giving in to yet another interruption of his working routine. It may well have been exasperation or boredom for he was often bored that made him decide, when the lunch concluded, to clear his head and walk home alone to his apartment on the rue Servandoni. At about 3. Barthes had spent the previous two months correcting proofs, then sending out signed copies, of his latest book — which would turn out to be his last — and subsequently slumping into something close to despair as hostile reviews began to appear in the press.
Two days before the accident, his former student Julia Kristeva had spoken to him by phone and had been perplexed by an awkward turn of phrase that she put down to his depression.
The book in question, about whose reception he seemed more than usually fretful, was La Chambre claire translated as Camera Lucida : a "note on photography", as the French subtitle has it, which in retrospect looks calculated to affront. Because what Barthes had written was neither a work of theoretical strictness nor avant-garde polemic, still less a history or sociology of photography.
Instead, it was frankly personal, even sentimental: an essay in 48 fragments that deliberately frustrated readers looking for the semiotics of photography they imagined Barthes would or should write.
In truth, early and late Barthes are not so easily told apart; as Michael Wood has argued, he was throughout his career a writer who engaged head and heart at the same time.
Camera Lucida, however, was different: not so much a knowing application of semiotic methods to intimate experience as a search for the aspect of experience that evaded study or critique. In short, it was a book about love and grief, written directly out of the loss of his mother in , and shadowed by the "mourning diary" published last year in France that he had begun to keep after her death.
Camera Lucida is a distinctly odd volume to have attained, in the 30 years since its publication, such a canonical place in the study of photography. But the nature of that influence remains obscure — what exactly does one learn from Camera Lucida? Barthes certainly shrinks from being comprehensive; he has no interest in the techniques of photography, in arguments over its status as art, nor really in its role in contemporary media or culture, which he leaves to sociologists such as Pierre Bourdieu.
Worse, he risks this sort of aphoristic provocation: "in order to see a photograph well, it is best to look away or close your eyes.
In the first half of the book, he elaborates a distinction between two planes of the image. The first, which he calls the studium, is the manifest subject, meaning and context of the photograph: everything that belongs to history, culture, even to art. He calls it the punctum: that aspect often a detail of a photograph that holds our gaze without condescending to mere meaning or beauty. This is one of a few curious moments in the book where Barthes blatantly misreads the image at hand; the woman is actually wearing a string of pearls.
But his point survives: he has been indelibly touched by the poignant detail. Having lost his mother, with whom he had lived most of his life, he goes looking for her among old photographs; time and again the face he finds is not quite hers, even if objectively she looks like herself.
At last, he discovers her true likeness, the "air" that he remembers, in a picture of Henriette aged five, taken in a winter garden in In the journal entry that recounts this discovery, Barthes simply notes: "Je pleure. Barthes, however, is a temperamentally discreet narrator, so never shows us the photograph: "It exists only for me.
For you, it would be nothing but an indifferent picture. Suddenly every photograph is for Barthes a memorial; the very essence of the medium is its spectral conjuring of death-in-life. Contemplating a portrait by Alexander Gardner of the condemned Lewis Payne — sentenced to death for the attempted murder of US Secretary of State WH Seward in — Barthes sees only this fearful temporal paradox: "He is dead and he is going to die.
If there are critical legacies to Camera Lucida, the first is probably its insistence not as obvious as it seems that photographs are always photographs of something. Barthes himself lingered with the living for about a month after his accident. As a tubercular young man, he had spent time in a sanatorium, but it seemed to his physicians that his long-weakened constitution could still recover from the recent shock.
Students and colleagues gathered at the hospital. He spoke of the "stupidity" of the accident with intimates such as Michel Foucault and Philippe Sollers. He died of "pulmonary complications" on 25 March. The last manuscript on which he worked an essay on Stendhal, left on his desk on the day of the accident had been entitled "One Always Fails to Speak of the Things One Loves".
Rereading: Camera Lucida by Roland Barthes
Share via Email Roland Barthes in As he rallied support for his presidential campaign of the following year, the leader of the Socialist party was in the habit of entertaining Parisian writers and intellectuals at relatively informal gatherings; political cajolery aside, it was said that Mitterrand simply liked to be apprised of new ideas in art and culture. Barthes, however, had wavered before giving in to yet another interruption of his working routine. It may well have been exasperation or boredom for he was often bored that made him decide, when the lunch concluded, to clear his head and walk home alone to his apartment on the rue Servandoni.
Books that made a difference: Camera Lucida (Roland Barthes, 1980)
B Camera Lucida French : La chambre claire is a short book published in by the French literary theorist and philosopher Roland Barthes. The book investigates the effects of photography on the spectator as distinct from the photographer, and also from the object photographed, which Barthes calls the "spectrum". In a deeply personal discussion of the lasting emotional effect of certain photographs, Barthes considers photography as asymbolic, irreducible to the codes of language or culture, acting on the body as much as on the mind. The book develops the twin concepts of studium and punctum: studium denoting the cultural, linguistic, and political interpretation of a photograph, punctum denoting the wounding, personally touching detail which establishes a direct relationship with the object or person within it. Neither writer was a photographer, however, and both works have been much criticised since the s. His examples deal with press photographs and advertising, which make good use of this property or bad use of it, as the case may be. If sentimentality can be seen as a tactic in the late career of Roland Barthes, then Camera Lucida belongs to such an approach.
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