Always desire.
“A Russian novelist, Ivan Goncharov, invented the character of Oblomov in the 19th century, a hero who embodies the figure of the absolute lazy person.
His home is his sofa. Its goal: a nap. His pleasure: doing nothing. The Russians coined the word Oblomovism to designate this penchant for total renunciation.
Behind Obmomov’s apparent resignation lies a more serious illness than simple fatigue. It is the end of desire that is in question here. And the end of desire is the door to death.
Against the figure of Oblomov, I prefer that of the adventurer.
He doesn’t give up anything. He is steeped in his dreams, he thirsts to live them. He likes to get up and say yes to life. He takes his ice ax (or his rudder, it depends), he carves the route. He is never tired since he chooses life in the open wind and the wind never dies.
He covets a summit, a desert island, a wall, an ocean, a jungle, a steep corridor… The Earth is a set table, he wants his feast.
He offers his adventure to the world and thereby, unlike Oblomov, he rejects any nihilistic temptation.
Sometimes he fails. No matter, he stood up under the sun, quivering with desire.
Once you have reread Goncharov’s Oblomov, open the program for the 26th edition of the Val d’Isère Adventure & Discovery Festival.
Sometimes I have the impression that our time has lost its fury for life and its rage for action, its confidence and its desire. Zero libido, as Doctor Freud would say.
At least, every year, in Val d’Isère, for four days, I reassure myself. »
Sylvain Tesson.