"My mother, one day, wanted to swing out the window."
It's the first sentence.
It sets the tone.
Deprived of a camera since
Convoy exceptional
(2019), Bertrand Blier has taken up his pen.
He is on his business.
This story, all in contained emotion, recounts with terrible verve his adolescence in the 16th arrondissement.
He is 15 years old.
The names have been changed, but we recognize the protagonists.
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The father is a famous actor, always on tour, a handy mistress.
The depressed mother hangs around the apartment in a bathrobe, plays Chopin on the piano, constantly rereads
The Vixen
, by Mary Webb.
The son is in failing health.
They send him to a children's home in the mountains to treat his cough.
His mother falls more or less in love with a good guy, owner of a household appliance store at Porte de Champerret.
With his friend Blumberg, the kid listens to jazz.
His bedroom
“has become the swingiest place in Paris”
.
A certain Nicole makes him melt.
She said to him:
“It happens to you…
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