Five books for Christmas by Augustin Trapenard
Head of A large bookstoreon France 5, he tells us about his favourites, the works he planned to put under the Christmas tree of his relatives.
The spy who loved booksby John le Carré
A former financier opens a bookstore in a summer resort in Suffolk and creates an ideal library in the basement containing the greatest masterpieces. John le Carré obliges, this posthumous book gives pride of place to espionage and secret services since World War II. But I preferred this literary or bookish prism. I see it as a form of testament. In my opinion, a great writer always speaks, more or less indirectly, about a passion for reading. (Translated by Isabelle Perrin/Le Seuil).
sleeping childrenby Anthony Passeron
In this exciting debut novel, forty years after the event, the author recounts the mad epic of scientific research into AIDS and the disease until the death of his uncle Désiré, a drug addict, which indirectly affects his entire family. This text interests me because it deals with AIDS from a new angle, from the perspective of youth trapped by drugs and AIDS, in families and in areas that are hardly talked about at all. For me, the beauty of the book also lies in the way it makes the silence speak. (World)
Human, too humanCatherine Meurisse
Catherine Meurisse is a great author. We notice it in all his albums, comics or graphic novels: his prism is literary. Through the drawings published in the magazine Philosophie, she offers here an approach to literature and thought. And on those panels, which are often hilarious to the point of tears, Proust and Montaigne, Simone de Beauvoir or Roland Barthes appear… What touches me is that his drawings always refer to writing: you can’t get past that! (Dargaud)
Red lily of the valleyde Christian Bobin
He’s an author I really got to know when I interviewed him. Dreamy, devilishly poetic and always exciting. This book is right on the edge of dreamy storytelling and poetry. Rather than offer a summary of it, let’s just say I was struck by the spirits that haunt and feed on it. Ghosts of his own life and literary ghosts like Gérard de Nerval. The book opens and closes with hallucinations that followed me long after it was closed. (Gallimard)
Give them chaosof Remember Tempest
Kae Tempest writes contemporary loneliness like no other. This long poem, in a bilingual edition, with an impressive translation, is entirely focused on the present, the urgency and madness of cities. Through the fate of broken London characters, often left behind, who in beautiful and forbidden escapes will find resistance to everything, immediately and to the theater of consumption. (trans. Louise Bartlett, D’de Kabal, L’Arche)