It's no joke. The movies are serious, the comedies sad, and we go to the cinema to listen to handkerchief concerts. Fortunately, literature remains to smile a little. And, in this matter, Franz Bartelt always tickles our zygomatics. In the almost thirty years he has been writing, the author has never missed an opportunity to distract us.
His latest, Je ne suis pas malheureux, is a collection of short stories, a genre not really fashionable on this side of the Atlantic, but, as has been said, the writer has a teasing spirit. He mocks conventions and here, especially, the codes of the romance novel.
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What happens when you mix rose water with black humor? The first short story of the book, the longest, opens with this tasty scent of romantic pastiche. When Martin Vanoutte meets Blanche, the sunset sets the horizon on fire, he sees her eyes shine as if "he had been filled with tears". And, from then on, the couple found themselves everywhere...
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