An angel passes 1

There was no need to wait and Oona Salinger to understand that Frédéric Beigbeder is a multiple being, full of contradictions-which is not - as a modern Oscar Wilde, born provocateur who conceals a good dose of modesty and shyness behind a facade of cynicism. Anyway, once again Beigbeder speaks of him in this novel but it is only an insignificant part of Oona and Salinger, so book for working girls (the author is and do not hide) deep evocation of an era of chic clubs of New York in the battlefields of WWII. If there is an often annoying dandy in his speech made as in his books, Beigbeder writes sometimes with frightening clarity and does not hesitate to put the foot down on issues frankly taboo in France (landing and liberation of France by American troops). The portrait crossed Oona O'Neill and Salinger's touching: the complex chemistry between two beings that much closer and many others away. It is fascinating to see how the writer interferes in this chaste relationship and doomed to failure, with an elegance of style and a careful analysis of the feelings of the one and the other. There are some pages where an angel passes (Oona was one with the cruelty of those who have suffered from lack of love, ie his father). And Capote, Hemingway and Chaplin, second notable roles, complete the "faction" (a mixture of facts and fiction) of great wealth, the seriousness and mockery constantly mix. Oona and Salinger will not convince those who consider the author as a mere poseur. It will appeal to others, have long been convinced not only his literary talent but also the complexity of a man who does not care that his little person whose curiosity in the world, past or present, slice by his foresight acute in a vision that is never consensual or simplistic.