Pauline wrote therefore, under the sensitive and subtle pen of Jean-Luc Rye, and both offer us a faceted portrait of a woman, a frightened woman, laid bare, dissected alive by a dependent trial, an ambiguous and sincere woman in the generosity of his personal narrative.
Picking his way is a criminal after the war, the author tries to soften the collective weight indictment. He runs his lyrically about, but without affectation. The narrative partition is loaded silence and solemnity to say and heard the emotional charge of a family suffering, indignity paternal handling, and yearning for love and recognition of a young girl. Facts extirpate the various feelings of dread player, compassion, revolt and collective shame.
Jean-Luc has this magic gift of knowing how to express complex feelings with great simplicity, a moving sensitivity. It imposes the horror of the facts with dignity. We are talking about children, the complexity of family relationships, pain of prison confinement, the beauty of love, loneliness, rejection and the pain of having to live.