Moïana Pavilion.
Fata Morgana| N° d'inventaire | 23608 |
| Format | 12 x 17 |
| Détails | 35 p., paperback. |
| Publication | Saint-Clement-de-Rivière, 2018 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782377920068 |
"It must be one of the very first characteristics, one of the properties of pain, that it is not shared; and that which we experience when faced with the illness of a loved one (a very close one, in this case: my brother) no more than those against which the latter struggles, with an intensity, a combativeness varying from day to day, before our eyes. An ever slower voice, ever thinner limbs, to the touch, through the sheets or the tracksuit. The bone. We inevitably come to say to ourselves that soon there will be nothing left but that, the bone." Literary coquetry has no place here. Of this waiting "before horizontality prevails over everything else," of this agony of a man on the verge of death, of the daily life of an unprotected patient in its most disarming form, described with deliberate prosaism, only the essential remains: an evanescent smell or a diffuse sensation.
"It must be one of the very first characteristics, one of the properties of pain, that it is not shared; and that which we experience when faced with the illness of a loved one (a very close one, in this case: my brother) no more than those against which the latter struggles, with an intensity, a combativeness varying from day to day, before our eyes. An ever slower voice, ever thinner limbs, to the touch, through the sheets or the tracksuit. The bone. We inevitably come to say to ourselves that soon there will be nothing left but that, the bone." Literary coquetry has no place here. Of this waiting "before horizontality prevails over everything else," of this agony of a man on the verge of death, of the daily life of an unprotected patient in its most disarming form, described with deliberate prosaism, only the essential remains: an evanescent smell or a diffuse sensation.