"I never had any grief that playback time has dissipated." Montesquieu

Literature, more than a distraction, would care by providing an echo of what we live obscurely, confused. Through the stories, we travel in time and space, but also in ourselves. We feed our imagination, we give meaning to what appears not to have one. We put some order in the chaos of the world.
A simple sentence, explicit text fragment the incomprehensible, illuminates an inner truth, an experience, a part of oneself. This phenomenon of processing, fermentation would possess valuable therapeutic properties. This is the thesis defended by well Régine Detambel.

Still remains a question: this attractive thesis seemingly is it not also and above all a reflection of our time obsessed with the care, physical and mental health, and tends to seek and to reduce our activities in therapeutic ? Ny does not a quest and a much deeper alchemy in reading and literature? Or rather, to paraphrase Marguerite Duras, can we not conclude rather than read all his life, it does not save anything, it teaches reading, that's all?