In a few years, he has become a figure of the French literary scene.
His stories are popular, prices are raining down to crown his talent, but it would be too little to make him a simple successful writer.
Something is happening: Sylvain Tesson is acquiring another stature.
TVs, radios, magazines… he is constantly in demand, stopped in the street, acclaimed everywhere: conferences, interviews, we watch his word, we taste it, it is tasty, never commonplace, remarkably adjusted.
On contact with him, the French snort, becoming those
"passive"
adventurers of
whom Mac Orlan spoke, those who get away from it all thanks to the words of their great writers.
What do they like about Tesson?
Some like him to give back their letters of nobility to expeditions where he practices with equal happiness walking, climbing or motorcycle trekking;
others salute his stripped-down art of living - a backpack and a few books are enough for him - which meets the desire for sobriety of a generation.
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