Pour l'amour des livres / Michel Le Bris.

Format:

Book

Author/Creator:

Le Bris, Michel, author.

Language:

French

Subjects (All):

Le Bris, Michel.

Authors, French--20th century--Biography.

Authors, French.

Authors, French--21st century--Biography.

Authors, French--Books and reading.

Genre:

Biographies.

Autobiographies.

Physical Description:

262 pages ; 21 cm

Place of Publication:

Paris : Bernard Grasset, [2019]

Summary:

"Nous naissons, nous grandissons dans le bruissement des milliers de récits, de romans, de poèmes, qui nous ont précédés. Sans eux, sans leurs échos éveillés en nous, ne resterions-nous pas tels des enfants perdus dans les forêts obscures? Donnant mots, visage à l'inconnu du monde, nous révélant à nous-mêmes, ils sont, si l'on y réfléchit, notre première, notre véritable demeure. Je leur dois tout. Mon enfance fut pauvre et solitaire, même si ma mère sut faire de notre maison sans eau ni électricité un paradis. Par la grâce d'une rencontre avec un instituteur, engagé, sensible, qui m'ouvrit sans retenue sa bibliothèque et me laissa libre de mes rédactions, j'y ai découvert la puissance de libération des livres, et que, par eux, nous pouvions nous arracher à tout ce qui prétend nous déterminer et nous contraindre. J'ai voulu ce livre comme un acte de remerciement. Pour dire simplement ce que je dois au livre. Ce que, tous, nous devons au livre. Plus nécessaire que jamais, face au brouhaha du monde : il est en chacun de nous un royaume, une dimension d'éternité, qui nous fait humains et nous fait libres. Tel est son grand message: que, tous, nous sommes plus grands que nous."--Back cover.

"We are born, we grow, most often without even taking the measure, in the rustling of the thousands of stories, novels, poems, which have preceded us. Without them, without their music in us to guide us, we would remain like children lost in the dark forests. Were they not already there waiting for us, milestones left by others on the way, gradually drawing a face to the unknown of the world, until making it habitable? They are, if we think about it, our first and our real home. Our mirror, too. Because in the profusion of these stories, there is one, to us alone, of that, we would be ready to swear in the moment when we are recognized - and it was as if, by privilege, it is then opened the door of wonders. For me, it wasthe War of Fire , "novel of the fierce ages" today somewhat forgotten. As a reward for my successful entry exam, my mother had promised me a book. That we had gone solemnly to Morlaix. Why this one? The cover was rather ugly, showing a man with simian features running away, a torch in his hand. But from the first page turned ... I was as thunderstruck. A world was opening before me ... My childhood was poor and lonely between two hamlets of Finistère, even if my mother knew how to make our house without water or electricity a paradise, by force of tenderness and work. I discovered the power of liberating books, by the grace of a miraculous meeting with a teacher, engaged, sensitive, who opened me without restraint his library. I wanted this book as an act of thanks. To simply say what I owe to the book. What, all, we owe to the book. More necessary than ever, facing the hubbub of the world, the time each day a little more refused, forgetting oneself, and others. For the most precious message, in the silent time of reading: that it is in each of us a kingdom, a dimension of eternity, which makes us human and free. "

Contents:

Gardiens du feu

Tous raconteurs d'histoire

"Les poèmes, c'est des choses qu'on peut pas dire autrement"

Trouver ce que l'on ne cherche pas

La guerre de l'espace

"Nous sommes des diables, nous sommes des dieux"

Ici, maintenant : le romantisme

L'empire des nuages

Annexe : Nous sommes plus grands que nous.

Notes:

Includes bibliographical references.

ISBN:

9782246818458

2246818451

OCLC:

1083721034