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Chargement... Ma vie d'Edgarpar Dominique Fabre
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A sensitive portrait of one boy's travels from earliest consciousness through his salad days in the countryside and onward by a "genius" of "nuanced interior moments" (Los Angeles Times) Fabre's ability to act as a "discreet megaphone of the man in the crowd" (Elle Magazine) will take you by surprise and leave an immutable mark on your heart. Edgar loves nothing more than listening to the birds in the trees, the squeaking of moles in nearby chalk quarries, the conversations trickling out of the carpeted offices surrounding his favorite park in the suburbs of Paris. He also listens to the hushed conversations of passersby, strangers who whisper that he is "not all there." But what constitutes the supposedly insufficient character of Edgar's interior life? Dominique Fabre gives himself over to Edgar's way of seeing, his sensitivity, his innocence and wisdom, his longings and perceptions, his tentative interpolations into the social fabric of 1960s France, and in each passage we find a stirring answer. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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I have only read one other book by Fabre and for me this one did not measure up. The frustrating part is that I can't quite put my finger on why. It is a child's perspective, so I wasn't bothered by what interested him or how he perceived things. I did care about him, though not as much as I would have expected after spending so much time in his head. Ultimately I think I simply wasn't offered, or at least didn't take away, any lasting thoughts that might have changed my life or perspective.
What I guess I expected was to gain some insight, some pearls of wisdom, whether from Edgar's actual pondering or from my adult reception of his thoughts. But it seemed like most everything just left me thinking I was following someone's life without anything in it for me. And if there isn't something in a book for a reader (entertainment, new ideas or perspectives, even a deep glimpse of a different way of life) then why read it? What I took away kept me from being too negative, there were moments that gave me pause and made me think about things. But those moments were never built upon and I fell back into just following along. Admittedly this could just be a disconnect between me and the book rather than something specifically about the book. But there it is.
I would, selectively, recommend this book. In fact, I have a couple people in mind who I think would really like it. I just wouldn't go to everyone I know and suggest it.
Reviewed from a copy made available by the publisher via NetGalley. ( )