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Georges BATAILLE

Lettre autographe signée à Denise Rollin : « je vous écris comme un aveugle, parce qu'en me parlant comme vous le faites [...] vous me faites tomber dans une obscurité presqu'insupportable. »

s.l. s.d. [circa 1940], 20,9x26,9 cm, 2 pages sur un feuillet.

BATAILLE Georges. Autograph letter, signed, to Denise Rollin: "je vous écris comme un aveugle, parce qu'en me parlant comme vous le faites [...] vous me faites tomber dans une obscurité presqu'insupportable." "I write to you like a blind man, because that is what you make me when you talk to me the way you do...you make me fall into a darkness that is almost unbearable."
N. d. [circa 1940], 20,9 x 26,9 cm, 2 pages on a single leaf
Autograph letter signed from Georges Bataille to Denise Rollin, 40 lines in black ink, two pages on one leaf.
George Bataille and Denise Rollin's relationship lasted from the autumn of 1939 to the autumn of 1943 and left behind it a short but passionate correspondence. This letter dates from the early days of their connection, but already reveals Bataille's agonies: "Perhaps I was too happy with you for some months, even though suffering did not wait long to interrupt, at least for a time, a happiness that was almost a challenge."
A passionate lover, Bataille moved from exultation to the deepest doubt and even offered his lover a potential way out of their relationship: "If you can't take it, me, any more, I beg you, don't deceive yourself any longer: tell me it's me, and not some foible I could have avoided and which is easily repairable." He would rather be sacrificed on the altar of their love than have a relationship that was bland and flavorless: "Understand me when I tell you that I don't want everything to get bogged down, that I would really rather suffer than see a sort of shaky mediocrity as a future for you and me."
Earlier in the letter, he turns to humor to tear him away from his worries: "I hardly dare make you laugh by telling you that I've lost weight, so that my trousers occasionally fall down, because I've not yet gotten into the habit of tightening my belt to the new notch." Then, he goes back to pleading: "I write to you like a blind man, because that is what you make me when you talk to me the way you do when you leave or when you phone, you make me fall into a darkness that is almost unbearable." He then tries to get a grip on himself: "there are moments I'm ashamed of doubting you and being afraid, or of stupidly losing my head." Finally, hemmed in by all his doubts as a lover, Bataille tried to find some respite in talking about the family that he had made up with Denise and her son Jean (alias Bepsy): "If you write me, tell me how Bepsy's doing, which is perhaps the only thing that you can tell me that doesn't touch something painful in me." 

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