In August 1955, back in the valley after having conquered the south-western pillar of the Dru alone in six days and five nights, the great Italian mountaineer Walter Bonatti had these magnificent words:
“I know that I crossed the barrier which separated me from my soul. ”
On his alpine slopes, Jean-Christophe Rufin has surely met a part of himself.
The mountain has been essential to him for a long time.
He lives there, he sees it, and now he's writing it.
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Rufin hesitated for a long time to make the mountain into a romantic wood.
Perhaps impressed by the past traces, that of the French Frison-Roche or the Swiss Ramuz.
Or a little overwhelmed by an environment that is both so close and so haughty.
The writer with 1000 lives yet knows how to do everything, to tell everything.
A climb with Sylvain Tesson made him take the plunge.
They had undertaken to climb the needle of the Republic by renewing the gesture of the pioneer mountaineer of the place, by throwing the rope with a crossbow bolt.
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