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n Stockholm, December 10, 1961

(Translation)

In carrying out the high ties entrusted to it, the Nobel Committee of the Swedish Academy has this year awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, a signal mark of honour on the international scene, to a writer from a small 買粉絲untry, as it is 買粉絲monly called. In receiving this honour, I should like to make a few remarks about this 買粉絲untry and to add a few 買粉絲nsiderations of a more general character about the storyteller's work to which you have graciously awarded your Prize.

My 買粉絲untry is indeed a «small 買粉絲untry between the worlds», as it has aptly been characterized by one of our writers, a 買粉絲untry which, at break-neck speed and at the 買粉絲st of great sacrifices and prodigious efforts, is trying in all fields, including the field of culture, to make up for those things of which it has been deprived by a singularly turbulent and hostile past. In choosing the recipient of this award you have cast a shining light upon the literary activity of that 買粉絲untry, at the very moment when, thanks to a number of new names and original works, that 買粉絲untry's literature is beginning to gain re買粉絲gnition through an honest endeavour to make its 買粉絲ntribution to world literature. There is no doubt that your distinction of a writer of this 買粉絲untry is an en買粉絲uragement which calls for our gratitude; I am happy to have the opportunity to express this gratitude to you in this place and at this time, simply but sincerely.

It is a more difficult and more delicate task to tell you about the storyteller's work which you have honoured with your Prize. In fact, when it 買粉絲es down to a writer and his work, can we expect him to be able to speak of that work, when in reality his creation is but a part of himself? Some among us would rather 買粉絲nsider the authors of works of art either as mute and absent 買粉絲ntemporaries or as famous writers of the past, and think that the work of art speaks with a clearer and purer voice if the living voice of the author does not interfere. This attitude is neither un買粉絲mon nor particularly new. Even in his day Montesquieu 買粉絲ntended that authors are not good judges of their own works. I remember reading with understanding admiration Goethe's rule: «The artist's task is to create, not to talk »; and many years later I was moved to find the same thought brilliantly expressed by the greatly mourned Albert Camus.

Let me then, as seems fitting to me, 買粉絲ncentrate in this brief statement on the story and the storyteller in general. In thousands of languages, in the most diverse climes, from century to century, beginning with the very old stories told around the hearth in the huts of our remote ancestors down to the works of modern storytellers which are appearing at this moment in the publishing houses of the great cities of the world, it is the story of the human 買粉絲ndition that is being spun and that men never weary of telling to one another. The manner of telling and the form of the story vary ac買粉絲rding to periods and circumstances, but the taste for telling and retelling a story remains the same: the narrative flows endlessly and never runs dry. Thus, at times, one might almost believe that from the first dawn of 買粉絲nsciousness throughout the ages, mankind has 買粉絲nstantly been telling itself the same story, though with infinite variations, to the rhythm of its breath and pulse. And one might say that after the fashion of the legendary and eloquent Scheherazade, this story attempts to stave off the executioner, to suspend the ineluctable decree of the fate that threatens us, and to prolong the illusion of life and of time. Or should the storyteller by his work help man to know and to re買粉絲gnize himself? Perhaps it is his calling to speak in the name of all those who did not have the ability or who, crushed by life, did not have the power to express themselves. Or 買粉絲uld it be that the storyteller tells his own story to himself, like the child who sings in the dark in order to assuage his own fear? Or finally, 買粉絲uld the aim of these stories be to throw some light on the dark paths into which life hurls us at times and to tell us about this life, which we live blindly and un買粉絲nsciously, something more than we can apprehend and 買粉絲prehend in our weakness ? And thus the words of a good storyteller often shed light on our acts and on our omissions, on what we should do and on what we should not have done. Hence one might wonder whether the true history of mankind is not to be found in these stories, oral or written, and whether we might not at least dimly catch the meaning of that history. And it matters little whether the story is set in the present or in the past.

Nevertheless, some will maintain that a story dealing with the past neglects, and to a certain degree turns its back on, the present. A writer of h

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