Paris, metro Cluny-Sorbonne. A
gawk is entangled in his pockets.
People flee sorrow, run down the stairs.
It is 17 hours a day consumed in the glow of neon lights.
The whirl of turnstiles is constant:
waltz sound clack! Waltz sound clack!
Automatic messages disappear and escape from the docks on the earthenware. The
gawk remains planted to seek his coupon.
A man looks at him. This man has time, eternity for him.
He takes his wallet and hands her a ticket.
He mumbles something, expecting nothing in return.
This man is Cavanna.
was, two years ago, maybe three or four ...
he did not write because it does not matter but this is the kind gesture that sums up the man.
François Cavanna not be told, he tells the others, those who crossed his steps: Miss Parkinson and terrible influence ; Virginia, Virginia smaller that looks so crisp that it would make us crazy;
Choron, of course, and his wife, his friends, his loves ...
Cavanna is a spectator of himself.
quidam A kind of embedded in life. He recounts his journey with disarming simplicity and humility.
Caught in the events he did with it made.
Sometimes, of course, he hustles, he causes but because we must move forward, pass the shoulders.
That's it, it's just getting by, survival and meetings. That's life
Sometimes, of course, he hustles, he causes but because we must move forward, pass the shoulders.
That's it, it's just getting by, survival and meetings. That's life
ordinary man peu ordinaire (ou le contraire).
Des décennies de ruades placées dans un haussement d'épaule.
" C'était comme ça, voilà tout. " semble-t-il balayer.
On va pas en faire un fromage.
Pourtant, Cavanna, they were rants, anger, laughter
full of tenderness and kindness foolproof
enthusiasm and curiosity.
full of tenderness and kindness foolproof
enthusiasm and curiosity.
Cavanna was the mason who became an author, c ' was the drawings,
was freedom.
Child, Cavanna was my hero, honest, invulnerable, my ancestor Asterix.
Caught between violence and dull puritanical religious school and an explosive laugh and regenerator Hara-Kiri, I chose my side.
Honeymoon for ever.
I take the book down. I pick in the chapters, the little happiness, what luck!
I approach her romance,
I love to travel the country to the memories of this.
How many years have flowed under the bridge ...
That melancholy in his voice despite the laughter that points in the mustache
and Love, always, that balance of glances.
What beautiful pages!
The best-written, perhaps, he never offered! On Virginia
first accompanist days which we fall in love (in Aladin and other chapters before and after ...), on male-female, old man-young woman (this we can look at 80 brushes), the camaraderie (page 210) on the writing business (what superb chapter Become a writer!) ...
first accompanist days which we fall in love (in Aladin and other chapters before and after ...), on male-female, old man-young woman (this we can look at 80 brushes), the camaraderie (page 210) on the writing business (what superb chapter Become a writer!) ...
The Honeymoon (period when Parkinson's disease pauses) may last, Cavanna is always a great man, fragile but rebellious, sensitive, terribly sensitive.
It is the figure the father (believe it, he who delivers a vision of the precious feeling of non-paternity, both rare and honest, against the grain of thought generally, in the chapter on darlings?).
It is my republic, I feel French, my non-waiver.
Cavanna, I love you.
To see a very moving passage in Choron Last Pierre Carles where he discusses his relationship with Georges Bernier.
Honeymoon François Cavanna Editions Gallimard, 2011.
- Sir -
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