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A man’s final days, The path will end here, The horizon we miss… Jean Rouaud felt this, and for several years he affectionately challenged me to set about writing a text in which I would lay myself bare. Inevitably, one day, the spark was bound to ignite a fire.”
Through 40 “fragments”, Pascal Dessaint looks back on his childhood. It is raw, at times disconcerting, and undoubtedly deeply moving. How a writer is made…
