I promised you a few extra strokes heart, here. The alien will return, it contains several nuggets that I'm currently reading and you will soon share. In program today, two men two women, four novels.
Claudie Gallay we had embarked after land in the surf. Storm shutters banging in the night, shameful secrets, grudges and broken hearts, his previous novel gave us we want to snuggle under the sheets and listen to the wind howl in the breath from the sea Love is an island,
Claudie Gallay speaks again impossible mourning, that of love or a beloved brother. But this time we installed it at the heart of a scorching heat between the walls of the city of Popes. The festival is in full swing, the city was filled with troops and spectators, except that a wind of revolt brewing within the walls: the strike of the entertainment. Of canceled shows are everywhere, others are booed. In the sweltering heat, anger, frustration and hope, Odon Schnadel awaits the return of his great lost love, Matilda Monsols, who left ten years earlier to become the great actress she was promised Being: Jogar. Odo is the director of Mad Dog The Little Theatre and this year he gives a play by Paul Selliès young author died without knowing he had talent. Mary, the sister of the author arrived in Avignon is a small wild animal and skinned alive-gnawing his wounds and bumps his questions unanswered. As in the Déferlantes Claudie Gallay knows how to create a dense atmosphere in which the reader lives the time of the book and its characters are the strength of people we have known and learned to love in another town, another time. That was in Avignon, was in July, he called Odo and passionately loved Matilda. Her name was Mary and knew how to get to live while his brother was dead, she had only the right? She, Matilda, had to choose between his man and his passion to lead all the grueling front, this is the price that it had become itself. And all with the old Isabelle, so deeply in love with life, Youth Theatre and they played there a story of life and death, love and loneliness. "She thinks of him. She saw the patio, she knew he would, at some point he would be there for her to wait.
She drinks her tea.
Last summer, they left Britain. Arrived at St. Malo, they wanted to Guernsey. The moor, the rocks with the waves crashing, and the lights and night. He copied it to a sentence of Baudelaire, "We can not forget the time in using it. She was taped to his back, above his desk in the blue room with Isabelle.
Love does not last. It is an impulse burning fire. She does not want to be nostalgic. Or that, or anything. "
an epigraph from Heart Regular 
, Olivier Adam placed the sentence of Leonard Cohen:
" There Is A Crack Everything in
That 's how the Light gets in "
That could translate:" Blessed the cracked, they let light through. "
And one feels that Olivier Adam likes to surprise the crack in his characters. The moment when everything collapsed, "and the dike walls, which ended up being naked and trembling. Then from there to accompany the movement shy and brave through which the individual lives just snorts crack off from the ashes, and includes that from this deep wound, it can leach into her light. And Sarah, who makes the death of his brother Nathan that his life has no meaning, and fled to Japan on a whim, leaving a husband is "so perfect, so nice" that she can not stand him and two teenagers who seem to have become strangers. In Japan, at the edge of rugged cliffs which regularly come to lay the desperate, she meets a mysterious and beautiful Dombori Natsume, a former cop who embodies solidarity in a world of increasingly tough and competitive that nobody ' has more time to grieve their dead or to ask why he lives or who he likes. In this superb novel served by writing clear, Olivier Adam confronts us to empty ourselves, to hide the terror that our orderly lives in the warm that pervades everything like a mirror that takes us and eventually take the place of feelings. In a society that severely mistreat those who do not come quietly into the frame, shock just too much for that life becomes unbearable. But while it may approach the cliff, right in the heart dizziness, to test the strength of the thread that connects us to life, which we shall lay his hand on the shoulder and prevent us from jumping? If
touches the depths, Regular The Heart is like a cozy home where you enter the door exhausted, only to discover that you expected, there is a place for you, a meal warm, fraternal care, and you can stay as long as you need it.
"It looked like nobody lived there, it seemed that the house was frozen. I used a first whiskey then another, turn the radio on mute, I feel like a stranger to this place, this house, these streets, I felt that this was invented, created from scratch and had not the slightest connection with me. In those moments, I felt how I was able to drift, I could see materialize before my eyes tight network of son I woven to keep me on the surface, the succession of professional duties, social, romantic, domestic, which gave me a capacity, a job, so I could see clearly the extent of construction, the rudeness of the artifice, from comedy ".
In this season, Alice Ferney has taken the risk to attack the war Algeria, hot topic, with ignored. 
Took the risk of being in the center of a controversy, which is not his style. The risk of being lynched Read through and in three lines by a journalist Magazine Read that should not have put on his glasses when he traveled, perhaps too quickly glossed . If he had read this novel, it would have avoided accusing the novelist of the cause of the OAS. Because in this case, both accuse American novelists defend the cause of slavery Southerners creating character worthy of empathy! And declare that one can speak of the bombing of Dresden or Hiroshima without marrying Nazi ideology. Alice Ferney not only does not defend the cause of the OAS, but its purpose is not political but human. Here, a confrontation between a character inspired by General de Gaulle and another inspired by Jean-Marie Bastien-Thiry, last shot in France for plotting the attack on the Petit Clamart. In this novel, which is neither a test nor a historical document, the writer looks at Paul Donadieu, idealistic young engineer that his convictions and his sense of honor will push to organize an attack with the OAS, because that it feels betrayed by the General Grandberg. Treason in question, this is not to have opted for the independence of Algeria. This is forcing the French Army in disgrace to abandon the massacre entire populations (settlers and Harker), and "ignored" the sacrifice of these people but do not assume any responsibility. But again, Alice Ferney does not purport to speak Bastien-Thiry, true. If she chose the novel to tell this story is that it allows, through a character, to imagine what drives a man of peace, without history, which has never been an activist, schedule a attack and to sacrifice his life and family happiness on behalf of his convictions. The character of Donadieu, precisely because he is a character, a closer approach to the human truth that would have made a historical document. And if this book is so strong is that his novel form us into the psychological complexity of a time out of the caricature known as honest and humans have been the wrong one day camp, and why. And it works well in the pacification of what remains a raw wound in the history of France and Algeria. So maybe the teeth grind because we scratch the statue of General de Gaulle's character through Grandberg. But is it forbidden to say that a head of state of his caliber was able to Machiavellianism, perjury or cynicism? De Gaulle would it be a secular saint that can not tolerate that hagiographies? It seems to me deserve better. As the novel by Alice Ferney, I urge you to read it because it is strong and poignant, and that you find these same women to love and silent dignity who already inhabited the pages of his great novel, The Elegance Widows :
"The women of your family kept hope in silence. Your stepmother , your sisters, your sisters-in, entered the ancestral role of affection and expectation, which poses as statues peaceful, nurturing and patient, by continuing the daily life around a drama by which children are still cherished and comforted men without either ever told what infinite sky they draw their strength or what, they, comforts. "
To end on a lighter note, I invite you to read a novel and whimsical removed, Sisters Kind 
Francis Vallejo. Martha, and Judith Sabine Kind, orphaned after the death of their father, decide they do not need a guardian and will amount only. The eldest is an adult, you'll be fine. They find themselves in a strange house in autarky liner that their father, mad with Le Corbusier had built for his family and eke out a living somehow, penniless, in the company of the uncontrollable Grandma Madeleine. Francis Vallejo loves to love, these three sisters who all speak together and do nothing as others. He follows throughout their travels, ranging from Martha loves the sanatorium in Berlin epic that aims to get a husband for Sabine German unlikely with the help of her sisters and her grandmother ... to the passion of Judith for a serial killer. We are in the fifties sixties, the Berlin Wall has been built, and the sisters in advance Kind tightrope over several times, both outdated and decidedly modern, bold and armed with a caustic humor, s 'exasperating to be inseparable. It's an amazing story, where the comedian never makes the economy and the depth where the fantasy always has the last word. Those who love the novels of Muriel Levraud probably will detect affinities between Sisters Kind and work of this novelist.
"You know," said Judith, men do not long with us, they unite women of our family and they die very quickly, often tragically, before he had time to lose head. "
Next time I'll talk to the foreign return. See you soon!
Gaëlle Nohant
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