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INCOMPETENT GODS Roman Suivi de EFFETS DE MIROIRS De la satire en fantaisie Essai Mémoire Lucie-Gabrielle Jolicoeur Maîtrise en études littéraires Maître ès arts (M.A.) Québec, Canada © Lucie-Gabrielle Jolicoeur, 2013 RÉSUMÉ Ce mémoire est composé de deux sections, une de création et l‟autre de réflexion. La première consiste d‟un roman de fantaisie satirique, Incompetent Gods (écrit en anglais) et la deuxième d‟un essai à propos de ce genre. Incompetent Gods Dans une dimension parallèle, créée par les dieux écœurés de l‟athéisme régnant dans la nôtre, immortels et mortels vivent ensemble en cacophonie. Leurs relations sont étroitement surveillées par la compagnie Dieux Inc. qui emploie et contrôle la plupart des divinités. Son PDG, la reine Louhi Pohjola, court un grave danger car Goblin et son souverain-fifre Japhet essaient de se débarrasser d‟elle afin de conquérir le monde. Ce récit satirique, en utilisant la transvalorisation de mythes anciens, la parodie de lieux communs présents en fantaisie, la transposition de dieux dans un contexte corporatif et des jeux de langage, se veut une critique de notre société, de nos valeurs et de nos utopies. Effets de miroirs. De la satire en fantaisie Cet essai présente une étude littéraire de l‟œuvre de Terry Pratchett, un des géniteurs de la fantaisie satirique contemporaine, suivie d‟une réflexion sur le processus de création. Cela dans le but de répondre à deux questions : comment se moquer d‟une chose alors qu‟on en évoque une autre? Et comment créer un effet de reconnaissance entre le merveilleux et le réel? Idéalement, ceci permettra d‟offrir une nouvelle perspective sur ce genre si mal apprécié. III ABSTRACT This thesis is made up of two parts. The first one, Incompetent Gods, is a short satirical fantasy novel written in English. The second part consists of an essay about the genre. Incompetent Gods In a parallel world, created by the gods sickened with the atheism in our dimension, mortals and immortals live together in cacophony. Their relations are monitored by Gods Inc., a huge multinational that employs and controls most divinities. Its CEO, Queen Louhi Pohjola, is in grave danger, for in order to conquer the world, Goblin and his side-king Japhet are doing all they can to get rid of her. By devaluing old myths, parodying the clichés of fantasy, transposing gods into a corporate context and playing with language, this satirical fable aims to critique our society, our values and our utopias. Effets de miroirs. De la satire en fantaisie This essay (in French) presents a literary study of the works of Terry Pratchett, one of the most famed authors of contemporary satirical fantasy, and a reflection on the creative process that answers two questions: how to ridicule one thing while evoking another? And how to create a mirror of reality through the use of fantasy? Ideally, this will give new insights into this badly perceived genre. V TABLE DES MATIERES RÉSUMÉ ............................................................................................................................ III ABSTRACT .......................................................................................................................... V INCOMPETENT GODS ...................................................................................................... 1 ANNEX - THE GODS ...................................................................................................... 112 EFFETS DE MIROIRS .................................................................................................... 115 INTRODUCTION........................................................................................................... 115 TERRY PRATCHETT ET LE DISCWORLD ................................................................ 118 TERRY PRATCHETT, ENTRE SATIRE ET FANTAISIE ........................................... 127 REFLETS DU MONDE : SATIRE DU RÉEL PAR L‟IRRÉEL .................................... 141 CONCLUSION ............................................................................................................... 149 BIBLIOGRAPHIE ............................................................................................................ 153 ANNEXE 1 - TRADUCTIONS ........................................................................................ 157 ANNEXE 2 - EXTRAITS SUPPLÉMENTAIRES ........................................................ 169 VII INCOMPETENT GODS PROLOGUE SAHARA DESERT TWO THOUSAND YEARS AGO Deep in the desert, near an oasis so remote even the water had lost its way, a man lay on the sand, dying. A shrivelled palm tree drew lines over his desiccated body. His skin, covered by a few rags, was red and peeling. Matted and full of dirt, his dark brown hair curled like short dreadlocks. Only his eyes gave away the fact that he was still alive, for deep in their blackness, white fire swirled. The big spider, which had been watching from a few feet away, approached. “Anansi, help me,” murmured the wreck between two convulsions. The spider jumped on his chest. Mandibles clicking, it asked a question. The man took a long shuddering breath. “Jupiter… He killed all my faithful… Destroyed Carthage, my temples, my statues… so, so long ago.” The spider clicked faster and louder. “No… not his fault, I asked him to… they were feeding me their newborn… I couldn‟t take it anymore.” The spider grew, and grew, reaching the size of a baby elephant. Furiously, it started to envelop the dying being in a mesh of its webs. Anansi was furious. Being a trickster god, he appreciated a good joke as much as anybody, but this one had gone too far. The husk he was gift-wrapping was the titan Ba‟al, and as annoying as titans could be, they should not be found agonizing in the desert. This sort of thing could make you question your own immortality. The monstrous spider god put the finishing touches on the delicate cocoon he had weaved, climbed unto it and, holding it tight, disappeared. Jupiter shouting, “Will you all just shut up!” was the first thing Anansi heard when he recorporealised. He was in the right place, the amphitheatre in Olympus. 1 The gods had been holding the pan-pantheon meeting (now affectionately dubbed the Oh Us! Will it ever end! meeting), here for fifty years. This could explain Jupiter‟s ire, or it could just be that the gods in the stands were being their usual aggravating selves. Anansi had appeared right below the dais. Jupiter, his hair electrified, stood up from his throne and glared at Anansi, face full of anger and questions. Mostly anger. “What in my name are you doing here? And take human form, you‟re scaring the ladies.” Jupiter gestured towards his wife Juno, sitting on another throne beside his. She looked disdainful rather than scared, but Anansi obeyed, becoming a lithe man, black as night, with the same red eyes as the spider. Mercury, sitting cross-legged beside his boss, slab and stylus on his lap, grabbed a sheet from a stack behind him and tossed it at Anansi impassively. This happened often. Anansi tied the sheet at his waist, earning himself another scathing glare from Jupiter (whose toga hung in perfect folds), and pointed to the cocoon. “I found Ba‟al in the desert!” With a flick of his wrist he split the cocoon in two, revealing Ba‟al who had lost consciousness. An exclamation travelled the stands. Jupiter fell back on his throne. Juno stared down her nose at both supplicant and recumbent, and sniffed dismissively. “So? I don‟t recall you being on today‟s agenda.” “I don‟t care about your stupid agenda. Your husband destroyed his city and his cult, this is his responsibility.” The Shela-Na-Gig, probably the most unattractive fertility goddess ever,1 cradled the dying titan‟s head on her knees.2 “And if this is what happens to a deity without believers,” she interjected, “I would say it is quite pertinent to the agenda.” Juno turned to her husband. “You did this, you dumbass?” Jupiter reddened and cleared his throat. “I guess… sort of.” His voice took on a plaintive tone. “But how could I have known? And anyway, he asked for it!” 1 She has the skin of an elephant and the face of a tortoise. 2 But she does have a great personality. 2 Anansi sighed. “Yes, yes, it‟s not your fault. What I want to know is how you‟re going to fix it.” Jupiter closed his eyes. Wrinkles of intense concentration appeared on his face. The minutes dragged by. “I know!” he exclaimed, his eyes snapping open, “let‟s make him a lar!” Jupiter lost his focus but continued, rubbing his beard: “Now, what could he be a lar of? The domestic divinity roster is pretty full.” “Ba‟al is essentially a big hole,” said Mercury. “Why don‟t we make him the lar of lost things? The Eater of Lost Objects has a nice ring to it.” “Perfect!” said Jupiter. “Go announce him in the temples… And steal lots of stuff, people have to start swearing fast.” He threw a worried look at Ba‟al. “That‟s not going to work,” said Anansi. “The Romans barely believe in YOU anymore. That‟s what this whole meeting is about.” The assembly erupted. Some gods yelled their agreement, others nasty insults. Thor, hammering his head to relieve the boredom, demanded beer. Jupiter slumped on his throne. Kali stood up as the noise lessened. “Why don‟t we just wipe the slate? A little deluge always makes an impression.” Anubis bolted upright. “Not that again! It‟s hell in the underworld for years after that kind of stunt.” Silently, Jupiter rose out of his stupor. His blue eyes flashed cold lightening. He seemed to grow bigger