heart In the mirror of Pierre Moustiers "The entry into a country decides not our emotions. The first trip is always unique. "
Like everyone, I am bristling prejudices. I do not like literature when she looks like a French garden, carefully cut each grove, aligned, impeccable. Not that I do not like style, on the contrary, but I prefer a little disheveled, like a raucous jazz tune erraillé moonlight, among broken bottles. Also, if I had not been invited to discover Pierre Moustiers , I probably would not cross his path myself. One advantage of my work for the bookstore Charlemagne is to force me out of my usual trails. This is how I get caught and delight, a few months ago, Jean-Philippe Toussaint, or enchanted by Veronique Ovaldé.
Pierre Moustiers The universe is far enough from me: a language as a subtle but classic partition chamber music a je ne sais quoi of contemplative love of nature and the mountains, an instinctive distrust for the modern ... I would most willingly offered my grandmother that prominently displayed on my nightstand. To summarize, I was not the ideal reader for you extol the virtues of this novelist key-on and wrapped awards who has worked extensively for television and theater, and whose value is certainly more to prove . But we have one thing in common: he likes to make a few detours in the past to look at this with fresh eyes. This is not nostalgia that scans of ancient times, but to win a step back for "examine the past as a mirror" . Without this decline, the look is perhaps less relevant, the sensitivity to the immediate bumps and bounces them, finding no taking in this breathtaking wall (to borrow the pictures he has long practiced mountaineering and it is expensive.).
Pierre Moustiers loves history and has often taken the path to dig his groove craftsman of words, from the Revolution to the Caillaux Affair which renders perfectly in Outlook not forgotten , 
theatrical climate and strong. But if he looks happy with the Henriette Caillaux destiny, refined and bourgeois femme fatale who did not hesitate to murder the editor of Le Figaro as revenge for "slander" of his newspaper, because this opera is constantly swinging between farce and tragedy, rich in twists, served as a distraction to an opinion that smelled up the hurricane of the World War. This trial, which excited an audience that demanded it, was the last straw fire to an innocence that the war would burn forever. Lending his voice to a former columnist of the trial court who remembers forty years later, after two world wars, the novelist awakes these futile passions of an era buried and loads of emotion at the same time showing how this war that we wished at all forget the threat eventually invade the courtroom and manipulate the verdict. Thus, after being publicly - and free - accused by Joseph Caillaux not having served his country, the playwright Henry Bernstein, a personal friend of Gaston Calmette character witness for him, just to defend their honor sullied the bar:
"Yes, I committed a folly in my youth. Twenty years ago, I abandoned after seven months of military service. A madness that I have ceased to regret, because I love my country passionately. " He stopped a moment to temper his emotions, breath and soothe agitation to hands. "I think I have since bought," he added. Despite a deplorable state of health, I asked to be assigned to a combat unit. I'm a gunner. The mobilization will be soon. I leave four days later. I do not know what day will leave Caillaux, but I must warn that the war can not be replaced by a woman. In war, you must pull yourself! "
This tirade inflamed, totally irrelevant, however, constitutes a major reversals of the trial and returned fantastic opinion against Caillaux ...
In The Last Word of a king , 
Moustiers us relive the days of Louis XI, a great monarch who does not resolve to have to quit his life's work and fight to the end to "continue. "Men of Bronze, voluntary and defiant, suspicious of his impulses of the heart as poisons doomed to alter its ruling, the exceptional character which has" no right to be an ordinary man "preparing his succession with method, using trickery to weaken vultures lurking around his throne. Confronted with the powerlessness of his illness, old age, enraged at losing control of himself, Louis XI feels up the shadows of his deepest fears:
"the idea of no longer exist on this earth, to be only a shadow, a reflection of what has been, hurts like a mistake: "There is a phenomenon impossible. In this world, I'm too beat to believe in my absence. "
Iron Man, trapped by the illness and death as one of those" noble animals "as he liked to hunt, becomes as poignant as his son, little Dolphin sickly, puny and deformed is destined to the throne, or that his daughter Jeanne, hunchbacked and lame, married to a young wolf with long teeth that she feels for contempt and revulsion. While his courtiers tremble, their fate hung trembling over his life, King weapon his will to succeed his last fight, and the reader holds his breath.
In his latest novel, Heir to a Lord 
Pierre Moustiers is still interested in the lineage and inheritance, through the character of Francis Camerini, a young man who learns, so that he just lost his father, identity long hidden from her grandfather, the painter Diego Velasquez. Francis is not done, it's a rough man who did not choose a path of duty and took over the work of his father. If his heart to assert the supremacy of freedom over parentage, it has not yet made use of that freedom. The encounter with a mysterious Madrid, Miguel Gomez, passion from childhood by Velasquez, is going to rush into a journey that became a quest for her grandfather, who speaks through his paintings. While her mother watches over him from afar, with great delicacy, is, between Provence and Spain, the trip to his origins, which will open Perhaps a future:
"We do not inherit such a man without being responsible for its light that we have a duty to pass. On the canvas, each key myself talking about him and his country could become mine. At twenty-three, wakes up my future. "
I hope I give Pierre Moustiers desire to discover, and give your Aunt Irma, who loves the beautiful style or your cousin Philip, who loves the country Aachen evening blue, the light of Touraine, blaze of the sun between the mountains. I take this opportunity to apologize for my long blog break, but I'm struggling with writing a novel wildly time consuming ... However, I have not forgotten you and I will soon share with you some exciting novels to take on holiday.
Gaëlle Nohant
