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2009 I was not going off without you write a little note of Christmas, crunchy frost in the glow of those candles that stretch the shadows disproportionately. And as I have a weakness for stories we tell in the evening by the fire, the stories that awaken the child in themselves frightened and delighted, I invite you today a small foray into the dark world of Neil Gaiman. If you do not know Neil Gaiman, author of comic books, novels for adults and youth novels, you probably know Coraline, a marvel of animation that we owe to Henry Selick, but is adapted from a novel by Neil Gaiman. I found myself in its theatrical release and I was excited as I am with the cartoons Myazaki by those of Michel Ocelot, then by all that out of place in a landscape so second film degree that they seem to distract adults from the drudgery of going to the movies with their children, and always request them. But childhood and early adolescence are also the ages of psychic construction, age of initiation where one needs to get lost in a deep forest and to rub his fears to come out hardened. What fairy tales were included, and that Neil Gaiman does not minimize the importance, for he is not afraid of scaring children. He knows that children love to be scared, it's because they accept an invitation by visiting the space of a book or film, the terrors of another that resembles them, they tame their oh so frightening and more personal.

Often parents think that it is the stories that terrorize children. They forget that fear is born with the child, the mere fact of being a child leads to a number of hauntings that multiply as they grow, that her nightmares are more violent than the darker history and the world does not look like a paradise whose honeyed evil would be proscribed. It is, instead, filled with very real monsters, including ogres, wizards and other creatures with hooked fingers will never be as imperfect metaphors and necessary. Imagine the shock for a high offspring into the world of sweet Strawberry. Better prepare our children the idea that the world we live conceals pitfalls and people with ill intentions, you do not? But if they also say they have the resources to confront these dangers, and come out stronger. And trust them. And Neil Gaiman, like many children's authors, trusts for children, he knows their bravery, not to move forward without fear, but despite her fear. And grow to be able to do so.

few years ago, this author to imaginative writing the story of Coraline Jones, raised between two busy parents who ask him to care alone in the great house they just moved. As she gets bored, as Alice, she discovers a hidden door to a world forbidden, exciting and dangerous. A world where a strange creature that looks a lot like her mother and calls himself the "other mother". A world far more amazing than his own and delighted, but the surprises might be hiding terrifying abyss. Today, Coraline has been adapted into comics by the talented illustrator P. Craig Russell. And I can only encourage you to give children from twelve years, because it is a little gem dark and deep, throbbing and filled with emotion. Boys and girls have a passion for adventures of this lovable Coraline is no longer a little girl and not a girl, and must return to the place of all its terrors to free himself and save his parents but imperfect loved: "Because that's the courage to be afraid and do still matters."

Seven years after the success of Coraline , including winning the prestigious Hugo Awards, Neil Gaiman has released this year a beautiful young adult novel I just finished with regret: The strange life Nobody Owens . In the acknowledgments at the end of the book, he tells his children delight in reading the "Jungle Book" and the shadow of Kipling, for sure, hovers over the story of young Nobody Owens. Remember, Mowgly baby abandoned in the jungle, was collected and raised by wolves, learning to grow despite the dangers and knowing that a fierce enemy was at his heels. Neil Gaiman's novel, it begins as follows:

"There was a hand in the darkness, and that hand was holding a knife."

the beginning is murder. During the night, an assassin slipped in a house to kill a family. But now the baby of eighteen months he escapes, he was the coach, without understanding what he has to escape, he fled to faltering steps towards the nearby hill, where stands an old cemetery. The murderer has sensed the child, it is already on his feet, shaking the gate of the cemetery. The only witnesses of the scene are the dead which float above their graves and facing a moral dilemma. Finally, they decided to save the child. You'll see how. And brought up somehow, with all the problems it poses, a child living among the dead. And with the real threat of this man who has not finished, which seeks the child that has eluded him. It is a captivating story, panting and poetry that examines the fragile border between life and death, a tale of initiation and funeral which will delight children (twelve years still, but it depends on your child, inasmuch as he reads and likes to read) and adults. Because it belongs to the prestigious family of Peter Pan , of Alice in Wonderland , of Harry Potter . And of course it was written by an Englishman, to believe that the English are the only ones to speak the secret language of children, the only to have preserved this part of childhood, the imagination, this seriousness with humor and sensitivity to this wonderful without which it is vain to pretend to address them. Dreamland, the Neverland, where he must dare to commit to pass on the other side of the mirror and meet his loneliness and his strength is in England somewhere between moorland winds battered the Bronte sisters and the ancient forests of Tolkien. And a few miles from Highgate Cemetery - where Bram Stocker has already conducted - on a hill where a company of the dead gathered magnets and secured somehow an orphan, Neil Gaiman awaits. Hush, hush, enter with caution, do not attract the attention of hungry ghouls, do not wake the wyvern that lives down there. Neither creature native to the fingers a bit too long, waiting in the shadows of power "love something that is not in it ... or eat it."

And even if the shadows whisper at the edge of the graves, if the cats look like they know more than they say, if it is not easy to cry for help in Language Skinny Beasts of the night and if you are not sure you can find your way through the haze ... Have a merry Christmas.

Gaëlle Nohant

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All lives Veronica Ovaldé

"I like things that look tart but are poisonous, actually. "

She said this with a quiet smile and heard. She has cat eyes that would not have displeased Baudelaire, the word vivacity appears to have been created for her. One senses that she would have ended on a pyre in the Middle Ages. Too feminine, too upright, you see right away that she is a witch ...

But do not waste your time looking where she stashed her wand. It is in his style, his wand and the time to discover you made, I warn you, bewitched, and you run to your bookstore to buy all his novels, already missing, but how there are only six? ... A month ago, I did not know that name so now I know now I read where it leads me, and as you say it rarely happens with the writers. Look, I do not like science fiction, but tomorrow if she wrote a novel that happens to Pluto, I devour like the others. Because I know that even on Pluto in 5028, I find the vamps clueless, girls melancholy, poisonous ogres, knights patients. And I devour every word, every image. There are writers like that - oh, not much - that you catch in the first sentence and you delight to the last. Veronica
Ovaldé and I, we have a common point. We fell in Chandler's novels a very tender age, and found him through the magic of images, comparisons brilliant. They noted in a book. And of course there's Chandler Ovaldé. We were talking about pictures? Enjoy the power thereof:

"A shadow saw the faces of those who lost someone. The shadow of a vine. It grows and unwittingly, when they think nobody is watching, she bathes traits of absence of gravity and bemusement. It is a demon who lives discreet in their faces. He hides whenever anyone looks at him. "

(And my heart clear)

Yes, there is something in Véronique Ovaldé the nonchalance of fierce humor and melancholy of noir, a taste for women broken in red robes, with vertiginous heels and hair askew. A taste for the world and the margin of the shadow, that which distinguishes only if one has eyes of a cat. In his novels, small girls rarely attend school, they stand by themselves, sometimes they grow up too fast or it's just their body but they have the resource. There Lili in Men in general I like a lot , helpless little girl in a body of a teenager who lives with her little brother, cooped up in an apartment bunker by a tyrannical father and nazis since their mother is dead.

She hesitates between suicide (it missed) and survival, she is looking for a charming prince, even if it is not really one, even if it's face tattooed big manatee that lives to the floor above and that his love is not innocent:

"I grabbed the broom, the ceiling cracked in the kitchen and waited Yoïm descend, I thought, it must be that someone one saves us. I was fourteen, and I repeated it Somebody save us. I was fourteen, and it had seemed endless fourteen years. "

There's also the little Rose dislodge the animal , sublime love this mother with a mysterious past who one day disappears, leaving her alone with a mountain of issues, grief and abyssal rabbits :

"I took the disappearance of mom in my hands, I made a ball very tight, I swallowed so that the enemy can not find it - it will open up into two - and I asked my father, you're busy rabbits at least. Not putting in that "at least" the reproach that he could perceive (it, did you let her go, I hope instead that you have not abandoned rabbits, art thou so careless) but punctuating just my sentence to balance better. "

novelist loves both girls that she lets hop into his brain, take their ease, install their imagination, their ability to decipher secret agents the world of adults encrypted with a shoestring.

In each of the novels of Veronique Ovaldé, particularly in What I know Vera Candida his latest novel, already encased in prices, women have an exciting destiny, bristling with splinters and injuries bright.
It is not easy being a woman, the cards are distributed unevenly and the world bitter and sharp when it is so easily reduced to an object of desire. They argue heeled high on broken glass, passionately love their children away from their body while they were kissing, deep seal their secrets, are fleeing in illness or death when the resistance is no longer possible. They are mothers of their daughters and daughters of their mother, heiress of a love mixed neuroses that seem much cursing, they flee their place of origin to cut sick branch of the tree which bore, find shelter which are not. Thus, Candida Vera comes from a line of hookers and absent fathers, spawning shameful, spineless and brutal, and she fled to the island fifteen years and his legacy Vatapuna poisoned. In his belly, a little girl without a father he is to save the family repetition. She is tenacious, Vera Candida. Desperate, like all heroines Veronica Ovaldé, fragile and attracted by the possibility of a vacuum, but as strong and warlike, ready to raise an Amazon destiny nine. And as Rose in dislodge the animal as Irina in my heart And transparent on his perilous journey, she found a knight.


Knights of Ovaldé sometimes raised in a trailer with a mother intrusive, they dream is to rescue a beautiful young girl lost in a snowstorm. If they wish to tender soul and "make amends for all those who behave like bastards" , they are not stupid and feel the passion of the rescue is not entirely pure:

"Lancelot knew he was especially attracted by the poor unfortunate girl's special pieces, and that it had to do with his own mother. This kind of determinism plunged into great turmoil. He said, I'm magnetized by the pretty girls broken. And he felt a mixture of pride and disgust which left him breathless - like when you save someone from drowning and that she steals his wallet by reducing it to the bank. "
( And my heart transparent )

However, their patient love, tireless, opens a path to happiness unexpected heart and please the body, to the sweetness of a possible reconciliation with oneself and with the life, a lull in the storm raging behind the flaps. A pause, a breath to survive the terror of losing loved ones:

"The smell of Monica Rose was upset Vera Candida. She sat beside her daughter and plunged her face in her hair. They smelled of salt and iodine, wind, and something more subterranean mammal, such as sweat a tiny rodent or a small wolf. Vera Candida always said, How shall I do when I am a very old woman, I see no more, I try to remember that smell. She tried to register as on clay cylinders feelings related to her daughter's hand early in his, how Monica Rose clutched her neck with her arms as thin as reeds, she clutched clutched by putting all his tiny force, and it was unthinkable not to be two one day, it was so unfair that it seemed impossible. "

Well, I hope you feel like you have given to bewitch your turn. For Christmas, I think I could not think of better gift.

soon.

Gaëlle Nohant

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Today I talk about two books that shake, upset. It is good sometimes to let stir. I know the holidays are approaching, with the tinkling bell of reindeer, red and purple ribbons, stars in icing sugar ... But first, take, do you want a moment to approach the shadows of the Holocaust still alive who passed on earth in a flash, leaving humanity to his face. There are those who died and whose features seem to melt forever in this painting Munch, The Scream . There are those who survived and did are never forgiven. There are those, lastly, that the accident of history has turned into witnesses. Those are all kinds. There are the indifferent who cadenassèrent their eyes and ears, there is the impassive, those who risked or lost their lives because of the secrets they had surprised ... And there are those who tried to warn, to act to prevent. And they were silenced by letting them speak in a vacuum.

It is these last two authors of our day have chosen to look closely. Yannick Haenel by writing "for" Jan Karski, the liaison officer of the Polish resistance who testified before the camera Claude Lanzmann at the end of "Holocaust .

Bruno Tessarech by convening, in his novel The Sentinel , the ghosts of that Karski, Kurt Gerstein and Wernher von Braun, two witnesses Nazis who do not belong to one world or the same species. Both novels suggest a reality long flush taboo: the fact that the Allies knew fairly early (1943) that a process of extermination was under way and did nothing to stop it.

The silence of the allied nations resonates terribly in our minds because it reminds us of our own responsibility in the tragedies that we skim, we participate and perhaps in our own way, even by non-assistance to persons in danger . It has been slow to say. Recall that after war, everyone wanted to tell the wonderful story of good against evil, of a France entirely populated by partisans, who had discovered a world petrified In 1945, the existence of concentration camps. Then
historians have begun to erode this legend, to show that Hitler did not take the German people hostage but was elected through a democratic process, the Einsatzgruppen, who were committing the massacres of Jewish people in the back the eastern front, were populated by nice family men ... That the French Resistance had been multiple, complex and minority ... That France had shown the auxiliary slave of the Final Solution, particularly during the roundup of the Vel d'Hiv ... etc etc.. Some truths still struggled to come to the surface, as the silence of the Allies against the Holocaust. But here are two novels
powerful, two bites into our flesh forgetful who hear the voices of those heartbreaking fallen angels, condemned to wear an endless message that nobody wanted to hear

"This is a real torment live with a message that was never issued, there is something crazy, "said Jan Karski in the novel Yannick Haenel.

These "crazies", I call them angels, not because these men were saints, but because angels are messengers responsible for important news. But the message of the Holocaust was a bomb, the door was not safe. He could put you in the front line, cost you your life. He could also get a slow burn, make you a ghost in your turn, sleepless and haunted. But we do not choose to be a witness. It is chosen against his will. It probably would prefer to stay warm, do not see these people behind the peephole in the gas chamber, not having to fix his gaze on the ground to avoid these puppets of flesh hanging from hooks in the basement of Dora, have never visited by two leaders of the Jewish ghetto in Warsaw. They have never uttered such words as these:

"We are human.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

What happens to our people is unprecedented in history.

Maybe it does shake the conscience of the world? "

(Testimony of Jan Karski in Shoah by Claude Lanzmann)

If Jan Karski and Sentinels are two novels critical of the literary season, including two novels themes and concerns come together, they are very different in how they approach them. Jan Karski, who just received the price of Allied, is centered on this character it approaches concentric circles. The book is divided into three parts, which starts in Karski's testimony Holocaust, through the tumultuous life of this former letter of the Polish government in exile to lead a party of fiction where Yannick Haenel enters head of the witness and imagines his life after. course, the character of Jan Karski can ask the nagging question of the passivity of the nations allied against the Holocaust. But the heart of the book is not the issue but the man and his torment, his paradoxes, and this novel gives a poignant and lived with it would not go unscathed. If Yannick Haenel has let himself haunted by Karski, the novel acts as a contagion and could haunt you in your turn. That's all the harm I wish you both a hero complex, noble and tormented, deserves your attention. Listen to him talk through Yannick Haenel:

"The sleepless nights are like the rainy country. When it rains, you hear the bells. I noticed that in my childhood in Lodz. If we focuses well, if we listened, then every moment it is night and night is white, and it rains. That either Poland or New York, in a prison of the Gestapo or in a hotel room in Brooklyn, whether you are happy or unhappy, or abandoned by all surrounded by love, we hear the bells. Does God died at Auschwitz? "

This part is where Yannick Haenel Jan Karski, talks to Jan Karski, is the most beautiful in the book, more precisely subjective and stronger. It resonates with you long after you close the novel. has been criticized for the author to defend Poland, using Jan Karski, but Poland really needs to be defended, as she was unloved and mistreated by history. Admittedly, this jumper distinguished survivor of the massacre of Polish intellectuals in the Katyn woods is not all Poles, but the anti-Semitic blowhard who testifies in Holocaust his glee to see the Jews move in convoys cattle do not represent. Beyond those issues where the controversy is still nestle, forgetting that Jan Karski is a novel, not a historical document ... Beyond that, we must bow low to the work of a writer who has exemplified this hero broken, tearing, sentenced listen to his message resonate in a vacuum, and which received " solitude to destiny"

" Within this sleepless night, which opened in my life, I make sure I spend my time to reject the idea that it is too late. For with the speech, the time comes. I spoke, I have not listened and I keep talking, and perhaps you will hear me : perhaps you will hear what is in in my words, and just beyond my voice, maybe in this message that I sent there over fifty years, something resists time, and even the extermination , Perhaps, inside the message is there another message . "

A cookie is a survivor first, and Jan Karski, who chose a life of risk, a life of secret agent, has survived in extremis at Katyn massacre and torture by the Gestapo. He was responsible in passing the burden of these massacres of Russian and Nazi executioners erased the traces behind. Jan Karski , or history of a message that took possession of his messenger, and left him no rest. On the adventurer who became the man crying in the wilderness to exhaust his voice. Up what words in his throat hoarse. Until her tears on your cheeks slip to you.

In Sentinels Bruno Tessarech book about a fascinating indictment of him, crossed through portraits of several involuntary witnesses of the extermination process. This novel which consumes more than it reads start in 1938 at the Evian Conference, which played the plight of Jewish refugees trying to flee Hitler's Germany. Conference where nations vied indifference, cowardice and anti-Semitism, and eventually send a joint letter Joachim von Ribbentrop, foreign minister of the Reich, asking him to find himself a " solution" to the German Jews. The letter is historic, the word "solution" is released. Always fair, never Manichean, Bruno Tessarech embraces all viewpoints, including those of allied forces, who chose to win the war first, even at the expense of millions of victims. His book is chilling because it reminds us of our human responsibility and morality. Before the sterile discussions of these nations that refer endless ball of "waste" of the Hitler regime, accepting lip Jews richest or "filled with talent," establishing a hierarchy of value between the refugees ... how not to think about the status of the stranger in our societies? Une minorité de Juifs parvinrent à échapper, à prix d'or, à la souricière nazie. Other ... others were abandoned by the world:

"Now the world is split into two countries where Jews can not live, and where they can not hide."

can quibble endlessly about what the Allies should or could do to stop Solution Final. But one thing is certain, and the novel Tessarech Bruno reminds us forcefully: even before the war, well before the chimneys of Auschwitz had begun to spit their sinister smoke, the Allied nations had abandoned the Jews. Of course, our democratic and civilized societies do not want them to be killed ... Just as they were freed. Hitler took care of it, and it is not surprising that despite the rumors and stories, nobody is rushing to stop him. In Sentinels Bruno Tessarech lends these words President Roosevelt in 1944:

"We do nothing to stop the death of the Jewish people. We went up to deny the facts, as they crowded us. And now that the mass of information and evidence puts us back to the wall, unable deny the evidence, we dither. The immigration quotas, economic blockade, free access to all ocean vessels, the Palestinian question, who knows what else. We remain in politics. Not in morality. "

superb in this scene, we discover a poignant and weakened Roosevelt, plagued by doubts when leaving life:

"Suddenly malaise takes over Roosevelt's after him. Where is it past, his political courage, in the case of the Jews? The war had to exhaust all reserves. Day after day he thought it sufficient to implement the best solution, say the least bad. Then he had to invent a new one. rush things. Exit rational solutions. Fighting Nazi madness with another form of madness: that of life against that of death. "

Sentinels and Jan Karski, written at the same time, perhaps because the issues they arise are always present in these times when immigration services of our countries set themselves up judges of the "value" of a man, respond beautifully to one another. Both wear the broken voice of the tormented hero, helpless and beautiful, determined and desperate, who returned from Hell to deliver the "speech of the dead" that the killers felt suffocated. And Kurt Gerstein, an engineer at the Institute for disinfection of Oranienburg, ambivalent character, the Nazi days, witness the night, losing sleep and reason after attending one of the first "disinfection" of the camp of Belzec . Kurt Gerstein is Moreover, the hero of a film by Costa Gavras' Amen "released to theaters in 2002. But among Sentinels Bruno Tessarech, there are also Wernher von Braun, the engineer who created the Nazi V2 rockets in underground Dante Dora and was welcomed with open arms by those Americans who had slammed their doors nosed Jewish refugees. Vernhes von Braun, having been deaf and blind throughout the war, lowering her eyes to avoid seeing the hanged, summary executions, long lines of undead, participated in the Apollo program and was fortunate enough to see off the first rocket to the moon.

" testifying for the witness?" asks Paul Celan. Yannick Haenel, Bruno Tessarech. And thanks to them, you don 'forget it anytime soon haunted these messengers.

Gaëlle Nohant