The deer god.
Fata Morgana| N° d'inventaire | 23659 |
| Format | 14 x 22 |
| Détails | 64 p., paperback. |
| Publication | Saint-Clement-de-Rivière, 2019 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782377920587 |
Scribe of this fragment of golden legend, reciting with a gesture whose accents and echoes I, in turn, modulate, I fully feel this passage of the edge, this state of joyful panic that the mere utterance of the word "edge" has always inspired in me. I want to imagine what could have inhabited my character at the moment when he lived the ordeal of the edge, I would like to imagine him filled with this beautiful depth of soul, with this religious fear which overcomes the sacred nomads and the pilgrims… And yet a sort of lucidity comes to attenuate my enthusiasm, my character belongs to Antiquity, he is a vir who is tormented neither by physical fear nor by the very feminine fragility, he is an accomplished man, in the splendor of his strength, a warrior, a hunter, a true man, not a weakling diminished by an immoderate use of thermal baths and emollient baths, a man who likes to dart the dagger, the cutlass, the sword, a man who kills without the slightest qualm, who is not made to faint by the sight of spilled blood, because, in any quest which takes the form of a hunt, blood spurts out at one moment or another, it comes to redden the mosses, the banks of ponds: the forest is above all the place of sacrifice and whoever ventures there, whether covered in iron or fur, is a mobile and fiery priest who sacrifices without reserve and without fear.
Born in 1959, Philippe Le Guillou has published several volumes with Gallimard. The Seven Names of the Painter won the Prix Médicis in 1997. The Deer God is his first book published by us.
Scribe of this fragment of golden legend, reciting with a gesture whose accents and echoes I, in turn, modulate, I fully feel this passage of the edge, this state of joyful panic that the mere utterance of the word "edge" has always inspired in me. I want to imagine what could have inhabited my character at the moment when he lived the ordeal of the edge, I would like to imagine him filled with this beautiful depth of soul, with this religious fear which overcomes the sacred nomads and the pilgrims… And yet a sort of lucidity comes to attenuate my enthusiasm, my character belongs to Antiquity, he is a vir who is tormented neither by physical fear nor by the very feminine fragility, he is an accomplished man, in the splendor of his strength, a warrior, a hunter, a true man, not a weakling diminished by an immoderate use of thermal baths and emollient baths, a man who likes to dart the dagger, the cutlass, the sword, a man who kills without the slightest qualm, who is not made to faint by the sight of spilled blood, because, in any quest which takes the form of a hunt, blood spurts out at one moment or another, it comes to redden the mosses, the banks of ponds: the forest is above all the place of sacrifice and whoever ventures there, whether covered in iron or fur, is a mobile and fiery priest who sacrifices without reserve and without fear.
Born in 1959, Philippe Le Guillou has published several volumes with Gallimard. The Seven Names of the Painter won the Prix Médicis in 1997. The Deer God is his first book published by us.