It feels like a Bernard Quiriny novel. 10 kilometers from Dijon, the train stops in a miniature station, between two rural towns separated by a kilometer of fields. On the Saint-Julien side, there is an enclosure of fruit trees next to the tiny station master's house, the doors of which are walled up. Across the road is a huge grain elevator. It is from there that Bernard Quiriny emerges, coming on foot from Clénay, where he lives. He had warned. He is confused, but it is impossible for him to receive at his home. Her children reign as kings in the house,
"which is therefore unfit for discussion
. "
It is hard to imagine that this young forty-something, very serious professor of public law at the University of Dijon, who writes a literary column in
L'Opinion
, does not have his own office where he can isolate himself to read, write and work.
Would he have a tribe of seven children, like the Baron of Handrax, hero of his new book, from two different beds, some from ...
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