Many years ago, when, a young teacher breaking the ban, I was scraping paper in the editorial staff of
La Montagne
, in Clermont-Ferrand, there were two local workers from Corrèze whose names began to sparkle in the Letters, me. inspiring some desire: Michel Peyramaure and Denis Tillinac.
The first became one of the big tonnages of the so-called “Brive” school.
Tillinac, without ever abandoning his vein as a novelist, did not desert journalism, essay, controversy, testimony.
He loved being in the arena.
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It was in the columns of the same newspaper, which became the Center-France group, that during a few fine 2000s, we passed on the Sunday column to each other, him, Philippe Muray and myself.
There is no need to be intimate to recognize each other: the three of us vaguely felt that we were on the same side;
on the same political side, it is not certain;
on the same side of sensitivity, of reaction to the present tense.
Deeply provincial, totally Parisian
We were three reactionaries, in the sense
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