Guillaume de Fonclare
Né en 1968, Guillaume de Fonclare a publié chez Stock un roman, Garbo, et trois récits : Dans ma peau (prix France Télévisions de l’essai), Dans tes pas et Joë....
DANS TES PAS
Auteur
Parution :
30/01/2013
Collection :
La Bleue
IN YOUR FOOTSTEPS
“One morning my best friend took his own life, with no explanation and no previous signs of despair. He dropped his two daughters at school, drove to work, parked his car, went into the building, took the lift up to the fifth floor which was empty because it had building work going on, hung his jacket over the back of a chair, pushed a table up to a window, climbed onto the table, opened the window and jumped out without a cry. And because he was a big strong man he didn’t die straightaway, for a few hours he let us believe he would recover and would be able to explain what we’d all missed. But no, he died and we’ll never know why he reached this huge decision to escape.
And here am I having spent ten years crumbling in a body consumed by an illness no one really understands. Soon I won’t be able to walk, losing that privilege as I have so many others: being able to hold things and make accurate gestures, the ability to run or simply move freely without constraints.
Why did Serge choose to die? Why have I chosen to live at all costs?”
G. de F.
Born in Pau in 1968, Guillaume de Fonclare was director of the Museum of the Great War at Péronne in the Somme for many years. In 2010 Stock published his first autobiographical essay, Dans ma peau, which won the France Télévisions prize for an essay.
“One morning my best friend took his own life, with no explanation and no previous signs of despair. He dropped his two daughters at school, drove to work, parked his car, went into the building, took the lift up to the fifth floor which was empty because it had building work going on, hung his jacket over the back of a chair, pushed a table up to a window, climbed onto the table, opened the window and jumped out without a cry. And because he was a big strong man he didn’t die straightaway, for a few hours he let us believe he would recover and would be able to explain what we’d all missed. But no, he died and we’ll never know why he reached this huge decision to escape.
And here am I having spent ten years crumbling in a body consumed by an illness no one really understands. Soon I won’t be able to walk, losing that privilege as I have so many others: being able to hold things and make accurate gestures, the ability to run or simply move freely without constraints.
Why did Serge choose to die? Why have I chosen to live at all costs?”
G. de F.
Born in Pau in 1968, Guillaume de Fonclare was director of the Museum of the Great War at Péronne in the Somme for many years. In 2010 Stock published his first autobiographical essay, Dans ma peau, which won the France Télévisions prize for an essay.
« Un matin, mon meilleur ami s’est donné la mort, sans s’expliquer ni s’être lamenté. Il a déposé ses deux filles devant l’école, il a rejoint l’immeuble du bureau où il travaillait, il a garé sa voiture, il est entré dans le hall, il a pris l’ascenseur jusqu’au cinquième, l’étage en travaux où il n’y avait personne, il a déposé sa veste sur le dossier d’une chaise, il a poussé une table sous une fenêtre qu’il a ouverte, il est monté sur la table et il a sauté, sans un cri. Et comme c’était un garçon solide, il n’est pas mort tout de suite, il nous a laissé croire quelques heures qu’il allait se remettre, et qu’il pourrait nous expliquer ce que nous avions raté. Mais non, il est mort et nous ne saurons pas d’où lui venait cette grande résolution à fuir.
Moi, cela fait dix ans que je n’en finis plus de me déliter dans un corps rongé par une maladie dont on ne sait rien, ou si peu. Je perds la marche comme j’ai perdu tant d’autres choses : la finesse de préhension et la précision du geste, la possibilité de courir, la capacité à me mouvoir librement et sans contrainte.
Pourquoi Serge a-t-il choisi de mourir ? Pourquoi ai-je choisi de vivre coûte que coûte ? » G. de F.
Moi, cela fait dix ans que je n’en finis plus de me déliter dans un corps rongé par une maladie dont on ne sait rien, ou si peu. Je perds la marche comme j’ai perdu tant d’autres choses : la finesse de préhension et la précision du geste, la possibilité de courir, la capacité à me mouvoir librement et sans contrainte.
Pourquoi Serge a-t-il choisi de mourir ? Pourquoi ai-je choisi de vivre coûte que coûte ? » G. de F.
96 pages
Format :
122 x 184 mm
EAN :
9782234074026
Prix :
14.00 €
