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The Truth about the Harry Quebert Affair
de Joël Dicker


To begin, here is one of my first works within the framework of my Master's degree.
It is an argument aboutThe Truth about the Harry Quebert Affair by Joël Dicker. Marcus Goldman, a renowned writer following the publication of his first book, finds himself faced with the white page syndrome for his second novel. Caught between an inspiration that doesn't come and the threat of a lawsuit from his publisher, Marcus feels trapped.
On the brink of despair, he reconnects with one of his former faculty members who is none other than the famous Harry Quebert, a renowned writer following his Bestseller The Origins of Evil. This one proposes him to come and spend some time in Aurora where he has been living for more than 30 years.

However, some time after the arrival of Marcus the corpse of the young Nola who had disappeared 33 years earlier was found in Harry's garden, which everyone accuses. Implicated by his friendship for Harry and his will to prove his innocence Harry launches into an investigation which will not cease to surprise him. Is Harry really the person he claims to be? Is he the one that everything seems to accuse? What is the link between Nola and The Origins of Evil?

This reading was recommended to me this summer, and to confess the truth, I bought it and read it in September! (Compulsive buyers you know what it is) So I recently took a look at Dicker's pen, which many people have praised me for. And I must confess that I was not disappointed by this reading. I discovered through Marcus a tortured, passionate writer who will discover the beauty of writing and the meanders of popularity. Is fame worth the sacrifice of the happiness of writing? What I preserve from this reading is not the investigation in itself but the development of the writer's character and his fall into a world he did not expect to find so hostile. Here we have the portrait of a man who becomes aware of his loneliness. To what extent do wealth and fame fill this emptiness in the heart of a lonely man?

The search for the truth of the Harry Quebert Affair could just as well be the Truth about the Life of Marcus Goldman. Through the search for justice, Marcus will gradually become aware of the lie of his own life.



Constellation de Adrien Bosc


The F-BAZN Constellation, a new Air France aircraft, took off with its 48 passengers on October 28, 1949. Unfortunately, it will never reach its destination and will be found for an unknown reason in the Azores. Through multiple researches and testimonies, Adrien manages to reconnect with these victims through their stories that nothing connects them except chance. Beyond the media and a search for answers that will remain silent, the author takes us on a journey around the world through all the stories that make his passengers men and women. For this tragedy is the same for all because blood has not deprived.

Adrien expresses to us in turn the life of each of these forgotten people reduced to silence. He testifies for them and immortalizes them with his words and their stories: a famous boxer (Marcel Cerdan), a famous violinist (Ginette Neveu), the creator of Disney's derivative objects, a man going to reconquer his wife, Basque shepherds, and so on.

"What the hell has gone through the trouble of matching so many errors to an impact with little or no probability? This almost at the center of all attention, this chance whose ramifications he unravels in order to extract it from fatality."

Constellation d'Adrien Bosc

This book moved me by this so real description of the lives of these victims that nobody talks about. These anonymous people (except Marcel Cerdan and Ginette Neveu) that history has forgotten and that Adrien anchors in memories. Through these little stories, I couldn't hold back my tears, and my smiles in the face of these loves, these tragedies experienced by these passengers but also by their loved ones who never forgot them.

"This poetic investigation, on a fatality that had the last word, is a subtle journey into the mists of the past and into those, no less dreamy, of the Azores, an archipelago that was supposed to be only a stopover".