Fifty years ago to the day, man set foot on the Moon for the first time.
To report on this major event of the 20th century, a pen worthy of the event was needed.
That of a writer without fear and without reproach.
The Bayard of American letters was Norman Mailer.
Born in Long Branch, New Jersey, in 1923, he was the man of all excesses, of all records, of all scandals.
His pen was torrential, corrosive, muscular.
At the age of 23, the former GI had written
The Naked and the Dead
which would remain for the Second World War what Hemingway's
A Farewell to Arms
was for the First: a sort of masterpiece.
Also read: Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins, the three giants of the Moon
Like that of “Papa”, his CV is as long as a day without bread and as rich as a Russian oligarch.
The man was married six times and father of nine children.
He occupied the forefront of the media and literary scene for six decades, with his novels, political essays, biographies, plays, collections of poems, and articles.
He succeeded...
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