A novel in a pig farm - a work of fiction real

180 days, it's a novel. A novel whose action takes place in a pig farm, a pig farm in 2013, a "structure of production". Ideas unusual. Yet it is common for thousands of animals. Yet it is common for thousands of people.

180 days is the story of Martin Enders, a philosophy teacher who enters a farm to prepare a seminar on the animal.

"180 days is the time between the birth of a pig to slaughter his death. These are also six months tip the life of a man," the back cover.

In the corridors and halls of the barn, Martin Enders meets the life, death and friendship. This meeting itself.

180 days is more than a novel. It's a documentary. To believe that the author has actually assumed the role of his character to write his book. Of all that is described only how the semen of boars is collected seemed a romantic strand. For the rest, Isabelle beautiful specify: ".. 180 days is a work of fiction His characters, like the city of Shadows, are imaginary," everything exists. Shadows is somewhere in Brittany between Lannion and Saint-Brieuc, for example. Shadows. Martin Enders appointment with the shadow of humanity. No matter the place. The worst is that the production of meat products is as Isabelle Sorente described. The worst is that the meat we eat relies on forced reproduction, systematic, optimized these deprived animals sexuality.

180 days is a real work of fiction. Writing Sorente Isabelle realizes that real unreality that surrounds me every time I approach this medium. Journeying through the buildings in which are parked hundreds or even thousands of hogs that will never see the day, except between two buildings or up to the truck that will take them to the slaughterhouse, see calves never tread a bit grass, filled containers of what was animals, read advertisements and articles touting the merits of cutting-chef, écorneurs, restraints, insemination probe feeders (bucket with teat) to separate calf his mother, read the bone quantity, eyes, hair, feathers, hooves, hearts, blood, m **** (forgiveness of manure and slurry) that remain after the packaged meat . Real. Unreal. Unreal real. Real unreal.

"Imagine that you get full rides painting by Hieronymus Bosch, and thine eyes do not believe what they see."

"Even seeing them, yet we believe in it."

Marina does not want to be inseminated. Marina does not give birth to babies who will not be what they should be. Marina is a sow. Marina is not a human. Marina is a mammal. We are mammals.

"Nothing looks more like a human infant a piglet."

In The Father of our fathers, Bernard Werber assumes that man evolved from pork. Isabelle Sorente think of those men who work with pigs, these "operators". Camellia is, his friend Martin Enders. It is for her that she wrote this book to all those that

"A code of honor [forces] to be quiet, our code of honor, because nobody this side of the mirror has a swineherd want shows up to say, minute, man, l the human mind is not what you thought. "

because

"It is not the force that protects from death, the brother with whom you walk in a corridor."

180 days. If you must eat something, it is this book. I leave you to discover the end, full of immense poetry.

"Everyone carries their mothers dream in the same language, who knows what their minds tell the night?"