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“My name is François Berléand; I am almost eleven; I never speak unless asked by an adult; I eat everything though I harbour no great passion for grated carrots, endives and spinach. […] And I am the invisible man’s son.”
One winter evening in the Berléand family, François’ father, who had probably been a bit immoderate with the vodka, declared: “Anyway. You are the son of the invisible man.” Nobody laughed around the table, and nobody contradicted him. This was the beginning of the ruin of François’ childhood and adolescence, as he became befuddled and progressively more destabilised by a bogus secret that was nothing more than a bad joke.
At the beginning, it is rather amusing to be the son of the invisible man. But as soon as you start believing in it, it becomes frightening, poignant, and tragic. Thus, little François’ formative years unravel in this atmosphere of tragi-comedy where, inexorably, his child’s fear grows: he is different, probably not normal, maybe he is kind of brain damaged? Maybe his parents hid this from him to protect him?
For years, interview after interview, François Berléand recounted his strange story, until he had gained enough distance to write it down.

François Berléand was born in Paris in 1952. A leading French actor, he has played in films such as Ma petite entreprise (for which he was awarded the César of the best second role in 2000), Mon idole and Les Choristes.