grief ! What a story...
To port, the whales. To starboard, humans, upright.
Two hands. One for falsehood, and the other for the truth.
Their respective worlds are set out on either side. The two are separate.
But sometimes, they cross over. Doubtless because, like us, whales breathe.
And doubtless because blood runs in their veins. And certainly because
And so it came to pass that the sperm whale took on a human shape. It
happened, also, that the devil took the form of the sperm whale. And
what of God in all this ? He had nothing to do with it. And Man ? Even
less ! Alain Le Goff led us on an adventure of the imagination, a journey
in thought as profound as it was ethereal, turning us into tiny boats
on a tempestuous sea, with a storm of personalities and a whirlwind
of stories. As narrator, he spares us nothing. He misleads us, diverts
us, submerges us. We are transported across oceans, beyond the infinity
of horizons, just a bit closer to the realisation of how microscopic
is the human condition. Alain Le Goff’s narration is merciless as we
are rolled in surf, and swamped in soul.
For a while, he flounders with us - out of our depth!
What’s so great about the human brain, when the whales have thirty million
years of history ? Whales ruled the earth long before man arrived on
the scene. And indeed, for the human species the whale is a godsend,
a sperm whale an Eldorado.
From ocean depths littered with old pipes and duralex, the voice of
old Jackez transports us over the sea to witness the filthy habits and
the cruel greed of mankind. And in every sea-port the world over, you
can find a Shangaï Brown driven by greed. Or a Mad Trevor, who hangs
out with rats and who has lost his mind. At the sight of the ruddy hands
of sailors coming in from the ocean, the violin screeches - man’s eyes
are certainly « larger than their stomachs ».
Having almost lost himself in trying to gobble up the sky, he is so
revolted that he throws the leftovers back into the sea. Now we come
back to the Cetacean that we thought we had lost. Fragments of sky leap
from the surface of the water. For whales are really pieces of Heaven.
In fact, do you know how many whale tails you need to reach heaven ?
Just one, as long as it is big enough.....