“
Passion in love is a devastating disease.
When Mylène Demongeot explained that she believed in the same theory as Georges Simenon, she thought of the great love of her life, Marc, the Belgian novelist's eldest son.
Their story lasted more than thirty years, from 1966 to 1999. Their relationship will have been fusional, "
obsessive
", she will dare to say when 20 years after the death of her husband she will release an original book enriched by a pretty scrapbook, - an album made of photos and newspaper clippings - titled, of course, l'amour fou (Michel Lafon).
The passion was born from a series of phone calls.
At the time, there were no cell phones, no text messages, you had to leave a message and wait, praying, that the other would deign to reach you.
Simenon, the father, Mylène Demongeot, only knows
Les Volets Verts
and
Les Anneaux de Bicêtre
... Sublime but "
depressing
", she wrote in
Mes Tiroirs secrets.
All this does not encourage recall.
Are you kidding, he's a stupid daddy's boy!
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Like all great stories, at first I didn’t want to meet Marc
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