It took me several readings to enter the Fournier style in this poignant testimony. It delivers shamelessly all his rage, his grief and guilt over the fate that was hard. However, I struggled to adhere to its black humor, as well as to some statements that have first appeared to me as shocking: as the urge to give in to the middle of the crowd during a pilgrimage to Lourdes, or WHEN IT evokes these impulses "Murderous" (let them down by the window, hang them on the coat rack). But rereading, I visited it uses this form of dark humor, sometimes cruel, to avoid falling into pathos. Through this style of writing, Fournier probably manages better translate his dismay and helplessness. He does not like to indulge in endless whining. As it is the first book I read Fournier, I was not used to his style. But that one is familiar or not with this writer, we do not expect that disability is treated in a sometimes movingly, sometimes creaky. It remains a little sore at ease, but we can not remain indifferent to the suffering that had to endure these little "bird", one of them is gone forever to catch ball .. .
