Modern man believed himself called to live emancipated.
Delivered from heaven, which diverted him from the only world that was his, and from tradition, recruiting him into the service of the dead, he could be master of his own existence, produce it in its entirety, even flirting with the fantasy of the self-generation.
We know today that this promise that one could say Faustian throws the man into a sad wandering, which condemns him to drown in the indeterminate.
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But paradoxically, this unease is one of the most fertile sources of the literature of the last two centuries, as we can see when reading
La Confrérie des intranquilles
(L'Homme nouveau), a magnificent work by Laurent Dandrieu, which presents itself as a series portraits of writers who entered into dissidence with their time.
They did not all do it the same way, but all were nonetheless filled with the feeling of a lack, even a loss.
Not that they dream of yesterday's world, like a lost paradise,
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