Reenchant dusk

Words to dead, plural, multiple and unique, it must dune sen letter. Dumpers words to our tombs are less sad. As children we were no longer that love and revolution on the horizon disappeared, swallowed up by time and history, he remains "the number three solution, re-enchant the world by restoring the words" (172), the words ancient desires, those on which no na assigned, and words of remembrance. So Anna, believed initially lost, reopens its notebooks, "blue for nostalgia, red for politics, black for Melini" (123) a selected color probably especially for his mother. It convenes the lover hero mold in a remote prison, the old woman hit by a scooter an absurd day, and one who sest drowned in a cold lake dUkraine to reaffirm that yes, they really lived. Intertwining fates of family, two girls and their mothers, activists, friendly and lovers, women first, as we had to "face" to the "fate of unborn daughter" (170) but men too, Marek and Boris, not less brave and estimable, Genevieve tells Brisac 68 political passions, the impulses of the heart and body, Molly devotion, and especially this succession of shocks that tiny details in his writing any grounds scalpel and that orient and disorient lives each day. Where lon was feared a twilight novel, she managed to fight disillusionment that grips any lorsquelle existence knows that the best and most vivid are passed, that it will now bury the dead by reading the faded letters. To repeat once again that it nest salvation only through literature, for those who received the keys by grace and Geneviève Brisac is - and which "weave a fabric of particular words dune gently around a mystery they call us" (73). We, the readers.