a welcome reissue 2

Late 70s or early 80s, Henri Prouillan, former minister, voeuf septuagenarian plunges back into his past and family tragedies. Gradually other members of his family emerged: Suzy, sister, widow of a right bank playwright; Luke, Claire, Sebastian, the grown children. In short paragraphs, Yves Navarre insinuates us in their thoughts, brings out their memory. Early in the book, the youngest of the family is in all thoughts, Bertrand. Bertrand will be forty. He retired to the family home, in Moncrabeau. We see him lead a haggard life under the gaze of the guardians of the property. Twenty years ago, it was the sun of the family and his sentences ate everyone's life to the beat of his finds. He was promised the best academic achievements. Meanwhile it happened a double tragedy. The wife of Henry is dead. The book is a path that leads us to the understanding of those bygone events.
Yves Navarre has ever written as fair, as dry as in that book. It was a justified Goncourt (once is not custom). The portrait of a young man Prouillan Bertrand also produced one of the finest fictional characters I know: I got attached as rarely in my life drive. The letters to Romain Bertrand, a young actor in the company of his uncle, located at the end of the book, are the top of it, wonderful imaginary correspondence.
This reissue is therefore excellent news!