A man of fire and pen, culture and spirit, Philippe Tesson left us on the eve of his 95th birthday.
His life was a play.
Alternately journalist, political commentator, dramatic critic, he wrote the dialogues, ensured the staging with a form of whirling genius.
Since the story is a tragedy, he chooses to play his role in the tone of comedy: this irrepressible taste for paradox.
He liked more than anything to see things, people, thoughts collide.
Sparks were born from these encounters.
His energy radiated his audience.
His replies rang out, brief, luminous, provocative.
They enlightened the world, jostled it.
It was light, never futile.
Those who regard heaviness as a virtue resented him for this ephemeral grace.
He went to the essentials.
His fight was always the same: that of freedom.
He couldn't bear to see her trampled, shackled, threatened.
It's like stepping on his toes...
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