Manuel Carcassonne is an editor and journalist.
When I joined Grasset and Fasquelle, the two names mattered equally, at 61 rue des Saints-Pères.
Fasquelle wanted it.
Bernard Grasset's portrait greeted you at the top of the stairs.
Jean-Claude spoke of his majority shareholder as if he were a partner and not the owner, editorial life had little to do with today.
I was 25 years old.
It was January 1991. I even forgot my title as a young man, then I became literary director, following Yves Berger, the American southerner born in Avignon.
I had been chosen on the double and astonishing recommendation of two antagonistic pillars of the house, Bernard-Henri Lévy on one side, François Nourissier on the other, astonished Fasquelle asked me: "
you are on the right or on the left. ?
Neither one nor the other, I replied, getting ahead of the same time today.
With a sudden nudge on the shoulder, he hired me,
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