Lyrical, tragic, inspired, that's what initially Malraux. His speech at the Jean Moulin memory elevates him to the rank of a Hugo facing the Gorgon. Historian, visionary, universalist, he's writing the history of Art. Finally, faced with the mystery of his own end, fearless, agnostic, detached from himself, he gives us Lazarus. Prodgieuse reflection on the end of the allotted time, serene debate on what there after, lucid observation on the inanity of things written, carved, engraved into a captivating French, this text is prodigious. Neither disillusionment nor regrets, nor pessimism or optimism "rigor", only a magnitude, a scale, a height that make "Lazarus" one of the most beautiful meditations on what it means to die
