Entomologist of the invisible

If our lives are like night trains, Patrick Modiano, heavenly switcher has the power to direct where it sees fit, to happiness, or elsewhere. The horizon is one of his best books, familiar by its temporal obsessions, its disorders and floating figures, the least sweet melancholy it seems. Who but Modiano this accuracy in the dark existences he describes him so gifted to evoke atmospheres that it becomes invisible entomologist? From Paris to Berlin, the night train plays leapfrog with the times, with the lightness of a ballerina or a tightrope walker on a wire which he never choit. Modiano is unique, we astray in the corridors of time, in a persistent fog, the sound of an unforgettable melody within a choir (throbbing) of evanescent characters ... paradise lost. He discreetly lyrical disenchantment, and we love it for that. The horizon is nothing but a masterpiece.