This paper comes from the Figaro magazine
We grew up watching "Apostrophes" and we didn't know it was lucky. Today, Bernard Pivot is fighting the disease. The publishers, these ungrateful, no longer send him the books since he left the JDD and the Académie Goncourt. Let's hope he reads Noël Herpe's wonderful book, My Life with Bernard Pivot, which is timely to pay tribute to him. What Pivot invented is the figure of the French writer, in a corduroy jacket, smoking and talkative, with glasses and strong opinions: a living, live literature that quarrels and argues. Since his retirement, something has been lost: the mixture of teasing respect and sadistic gluttony that characterized Bernard Pivot. He knew how to jostle the authors, to highlight them. Sycophancy was not his forte. I switched to "Bouillon de culture" and I can tell you that we were freaking out severely: going to Pivot was dangerous...
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