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If one day your grandmother asks you the name of the smartest guy on earth, tell her without hesitation for a couple of minutes that the guy in question is called San Antonio.
We are in 1949 and Frédéric Dard has just encapsulated for eternity the features of the hero of his funny novels, his true literary double. By speaking directly to readers he had already found this alert style which will allow him to sell more than two hundred million books. Notwithstanding the absence of a hyphen in San-Antonio and a nickname, Kill Him, which smelled good the Black Series, OSS 117, and spy stories, the little guy from Bourgoin-Jallieu had found his substantial marrow: a cop who "
Is not from the French Academy
"But who will know how devilishly to bring to life surveys populated by"
well turned dolls, owls, pin-ups n ° 1 like you have never seen in Technicolor of Hollywood ...
".
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Like Céline - less dramatic - like Simenon - less psychological - the success of the San-Antonio-Dard duo has been based from the outset on the literary use of the language to speak.
The commissioner has chiseled, like Audiard, the words of the people of the street.
Like a magician who does not hesitate to reveal his tricks, San-Antonio has even written in black and white the secret of this inventiveness made up of digressions, neologisms and other puns: "
I love puns ... fine-tuned grammar, you just have to change the creamery, mate!
"
When San-Antonio is dissected by the Sorbonne
If bullshit, "
the dark matter of intelligence
" obviously inspired Frédéric Dard, the unbridled eroticism of Antoine San-Antonio and his assistant "
the henaurme
" Bérurier allowed him to join Rabelais in the firmament of earthiness. . Here, and even if it is not to the taste of the "
scared of the prose diarrhea
", the imagination of the novelist ended up giving birth to an authentic Kama-sutra, that the thurifers of the super-cop ended up renaming: the Sana-sutra. Always colorful, sometimes scabrous, systematically funny, you just have to close your eyes to understand the X-rated metaphors of this not Freudian enough romantic. A few examples are enough to give us an idea: "
The open plunging, the war in the narrow will not take place, the hymn to the widow Clito, Perrette and the ugly post, the Cossack embrace ...
"
Despite these repeated snubbing at the tongue of Molière and Racine, intellectuals ended up thinking that there was a double meaning in antonionesque prosody.
Forgotten the backfires of Bérurier and Inspector Pinaud, the Sorbonne in 2010 was going to hard floor on the phenomenon.
For three days, a worthy assembly of professors and other distinguished exegetes of Dard's work would dissect the vocabulary, phrases and even antiphrases of the beautiful Antoine.
The result of this brainstorming contest must have made the author of
Turlute gratos on public holidays
laugh
, who in paradise must now dream of joining the Pleiade soon.
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The excellent academician Goncourt, Pierre Assouline, who attended these debates, did not fail to recall that the thinkers of the Sorbonne, after careful consideration, also decided that under the pen of San Antonio, "Shit, con and whore Were not profanity but punctuation ... Béru will lose his cooking Latin and it is now time to heat up the glue. At this rate, Frédéric Dard should return to the Panthéon fissa, even before the end of the 21st century.
As we can see the statue of Frédéric Dard is held more and more upright. The association of friends of San-Antonio is there to keep this temple of Gallic work. They have already decided to celebrate with dignity the centenary of their “
joking
”
master
from September 9 to 12 in a duly named general assembly:
One hundred years, Tonio!
... And these three days, I swear, the musketeers of the "
most bathing in the universe
"
commissioner
have promised to "
descale the ciboulard
" of all participants. Faith of Bérurier!
And to properly celebrate Frédéric Dard's centenary,
Le Figaro
presents an excerpt from
Sale temps pour les mouches
by Guy Lefranc, dialogue by Michel Audiard, with Gérard Barray and Jean Richard ... A sublime nanar to be seen again on the evenings of depressed.