Like Olivier Adam. Long. Since his book " Cliffs " who dazzled me with his accuracy, his contemplation, despair, abandonment, his simple humanity ... This is his "trademark . The term is not very pretty but it reflects from book to book "Little Music" of an author who traces his route. "The regular heart" is no exception to the rule. Sarah is devastated by the disappearance of his brother. She shared everything from childhood with the man she admires: he is rebellious, disobedient as she adapted, crept into the shoes of a mother wrapped in his smooth mix of "working girl . With the death of Nathan, it collapses, rethinks, questions and drowns in the uncertainties of " and if I forgot something ...." Sarah is the narrator of his own wandering when it decides to leave Japan on the trail of the missing brother in order to understand, explain this premature death. She finds herself in a Japanese village where the inhabitants have " habit" of suicides because people come there to throw himself from the surrounding cliffs.
Adam Oliver is in his element. The sentiments enfouis, les silences, l'absence, les odeurs, ces choses que l'on regarde en pensant tout bas que les ombres veillent malgré nous. Il sait magnifiquement raconter l'indicible, décrire les couleurs. Il fait ressentir le vent du large, il sait s'approprier l'espace pour représenter aux lecteurs un monde tactile que l'on oublie trop souvent. Sa force est là, dans cette approche minimaliste et sensorielle. Nous sommes au Japon, avec Sarah. Mais... mais quoi ? J'ai eu souvent l'impression avec " Le cœur régulier " de relire " A l'abri de rien " sorti en 2007 avec presque les mêmes ressorts : un femme narratrice, perdue... la mort d'une sœur, une frantic search for understanding things, a family in tatters ... Admittedly, it is both moved and the transition to reading this "regular heart," but we are also told Adam that Oliver is going to (re) visit other countries to make us human in the world without traveling impressions of deja vu (read).
Adam Oliver is in his element. The sentiments enfouis, les silences, l'absence, les odeurs, ces choses que l'on regarde en pensant tout bas que les ombres veillent malgré nous. Il sait magnifiquement raconter l'indicible, décrire les couleurs. Il fait ressentir le vent du large, il sait s'approprier l'espace pour représenter aux lecteurs un monde tactile que l'on oublie trop souvent. Sa force est là, dans cette approche minimaliste et sensorielle. Nous sommes au Japon, avec Sarah. Mais... mais quoi ? J'ai eu souvent l'impression avec " Le cœur régulier " de relire " A l'abri de rien " sorti en 2007 avec presque les mêmes ressorts : un femme narratrice, perdue... la mort d'une sœur, une frantic search for understanding things, a family in tatters ... Admittedly, it is both moved and the transition to reading this "regular heart," but we are also told Adam that Oliver is going to (re) visit other countries to make us human in the world without traveling impressions of deja vu (read).
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