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800 pages and three little words

Chance me chained readings bitter and overwhelming that I find it hard to talk then. Three of them still occupy an important place in my mind even days or weeks after closing the books, I decided to say a few words, though meager in terms of what I experienced on reading, but few words that will be like little pebbles in my path of reader who gets lost sometimes.

First there was this strange Wedding Dominica Hardenne of Vincent Engel that kindly lent me melmel (click!) . The entry in this novel is so sudden and violent with the person walking on a scorched earth where everything has been devastated, which I immediately thought of a battlefield during the First World War. This vision does not really left me during my reading, although it is clear from the first pages that the story is set in a time closer to home: the man is wearing a suit that protects radiation. I thought also to be drawn into a world of science fiction, but no, the past and present dominate the thoughts of the protagonist and his world is too similar to ours to recover from a parallel universe. Gradually the reader is able to reconstruct the path taken by this anti-hero loner who seems to be the last survivor of a dead world, which pushes the doors of houses desolate as it pushes the door of memories that leave him in both suffering and full of determination to rebuild a future. I do not recall having read a novel that puts me in such an uncertain ... The language is beautiful about it, both very simple (even child when the figure expected to rise his mom) and imaged, and besides photographs play an essential role in this story. Strange reading!

I advanced as night comes of Jean-François Haas was sent to me by Bookstore Dialogue I sincerely thank because without it I would have missed this strange experience of reader. Seduced by the beautiful poetic title, I was puzzled by the style and this will mislead the reader, to the point that I ended up pecking pages or even passages here and there, jumping pages, moving back, reread certain paragraphs. The narrative is divided into seven chapters, each named after one day of the week. Merel, the narrator addresses himself to familiarly, he recounts his meetings, his empathy for others but also his rejection of confrontation to one who seizes his city. I failed to read everything, much less understand everything, but, paradoxically, this does not interest in this story that is more experience of writing / Reading than the usual desire to immerse themselves in a book that will give us a little getaway. It must be a bit of that, the uncanny which Freud spoke ...

Finally, there was this L etter dead of Linda Lê which is a narrative deeply stirring. It speaks of grief, love and loneliness, loss, remorse, exile ... A woman loses her father the day she leaves her lover. The first is the ideal man while the other was found guilty of disenchantment that has separated them. Sending a long letter and dense (not a single paragraph in a little over 100 pages) to a silent interlocutor, the narrator expresses exteriorizes rather, feelings, emotions that the freeze in a state of mild violence, close to a madness almost necessary to survive. It feels like snorkeling on reading this text, which never breathes but, strangely, rocking. I was particularly touched by the first few pages in which the narrator cries out his remorse for not having responded to the last letter from his father. At these words, I asked if the mourning was not the hardest one of the little girl she was with her father than his father himself ... It's beautiful, poignant, it is disturbing, too.

3 reads, 3 shocks ...

The first two novels were published during the 2010 literary season, they enter my challenge of 1%, well honored: ; 9 / 7