If, like the aviator of Saint-Exupéry, one morning when you wake up, a funny little voice asks you: "Please ... draw me a Minister of Culture" , you will without a doubt draw a portrait of Jack Lang, or André Malraux. The most refined will evoke Michel Guy, passionate about contemporary culture.
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The grumpy will refer to Alain Peyrefitte, the symbol of the State's stranglehold on a communication still state. Few will draw you a woman or a man sometimes mocked for their lack of vision or weight vis-à-vis Bercy, torn between a world of culture hungry for recognition and a world of media hungry for financial support. Yet it is the true portrait of the Ministers of Culture who have succeeded each other for years at the high rate of one every twenty-four months on average.
Some are carried away by the anger of the intermittent of the spectacle like Jean-Jacques Aillagon, others fall after having confessed not to read for two years due to lack of time, like Fleur
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