Obviously, this book is not Guy Bedos’ memoirs. This is not an actor’s diary, even if, for half a century, French society has been most successfully lampooned through this same actor’s wit. For the first time, Guy Bedos writes in the first person, the story of the most important woman of his life: his mother. Their story, their bond. His hatred and his love for her. He is only two or three years old when he sees his mother hit his father with a hammer. Today, the little boy is seventy years old. And his mother is still, at the age of ninety, full of life and extremely present. Guy would rather she disappeared before he does. But he cannot be sure of this. Hence the need to write this book, a book he probably carried inside his head for a very long time. This book tells everything he never dared to say about his childhood and his adolescence, about his youth but also his life as a grown-up man.
Bedos speaks completely openly in this book, with no scruples, nor self-indulgence. Those who detest Bedos will love this book as much as those who love him.
Mémoires d’outre-mère allow us to discover a man wounded by life, but one who does not necessarily want to be healed. Most of all, and although he would never claim to be one, the book allows us to discover Bedos as a writer.
Guy Bedos was born in Algeria in 1934. He is the author of Envie de jouer (Le Seuil, 1995), Arrêtez le monde, je veux descendre (Cherche Midi, 2003).
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