My words

The success enjoyed this book in Switzerland is unusual today for a literary work. Since 2001, year, and succeeded far more runs, and in April 2010 launched a new edition, the popular, for collection "pounds of Poch", specifically for Aire blue books in the collection because they cover blue. The book was well received not only readers but also of literary criticism. Preface signed by journalist Jean Maurice Bernard Born and review and caracterizatoare Vuillème are remarkable. All this encouraged us to present this book and readers of Roman literature. My words are presented as an original game, engraved words well chosen, in often unexpected connections that give life in a different way, often known evocations of other writings of the author. Call a hauntingly rich emotional memory, intertwined with elements of dream and the unconscious writing give a sense of escape, to attempt to stop a past present, to suspend time, a musicality in language different from that of other works. Evocation succeed in random chronological order starting with an event as a real childhood (House Ms. Babey, key) at maturity (my words), and again the haunting childhood (I have a salon for sale), etc.. That triggers a real lace images from other areas and sometimes in other parts of time. Evocations impulse may be simply an object, seemingly great importance, such as a long dark drawer, an old cooking machine, some fruit, some white cuffs, etc.. These direct links with the existential reality turn into serious problems. But the favorite themes remain the same as in novels motherless childhood, friendships and love impossible in the plural, the problems the elderly, holidays in distant places, etc.. According to the author's desire and talent scriitoricesc, stories of my words can be classified in evocations, in writings search of identity and nostalgic texts. The author draws us slowly and gently in her world of unlimited desire and someone to share her own problems or the world that surrounds it. The idea of ​​"shared" crosses a red thread around and work, and remembering the time when he was with someone to share their spiritual life, the period of absence overshadows the possibilities, which the author gives a constant tragic. Turmoil typical of this period required to be brought to light, to be declared open, to be translated into words as to their existence is clear. And the writer reportedly positive force is precisely to look with different eyes, in a detached sometimes, the details of the past back to life. Francoise Choquard is permanently concerned in "his words" the idea of ​​this by the absence, by keeping cvasiintegrala of what is believed extinct. The author gives a chance of unexpected absence, which he deems full of promises, because it closes the virtual presence. Age and experience do master describing a threshold leading to a kind of death, in their mind altering properties and irreversible amnesia offers no chance to return. Just writing that gives the certainty of things have been experienced. Stories in the volume can be considered chronic fragments while gathering facts and personal stories, viewed from another perspective, the comically existential passage through the world, and reported it otherwise in his novels. Writing and chronic in the first person, the author assumes the veracity of reported altogether and place in only one of them now with all men exercised authority over and over time. His literary characters are women whose privileged existence is at a crossroads. Many of them show a strange mental disorder causing them to live and act outside the norm. Not Free preconceived structures, although critics agree that his novels are well structured, art borrowed from his long period of piano study. Mode of expression patterns is out of joint, breaking fraza where you do not expect, with explanations often humorous or confusing, because the author knows better mimic confusion and even delirium: "To be honest, and because I love confusion , are in seventh heaven with this mist that linger in my head, that you go forth to make me change my view. " Style writer of short stories in this collection is not without lyricism, but no humor, he often swings between sobriety (academicism, preciousness) and play, the latter being played by rimate formula, often meaningless: "Quick eye on large recipes , on bicycle, chicken soup without it more in odors and tastes, friends lust to come to dinner - no crystal ball work, well everyone knows that "the French translation, notes and preface by Magdalena Popescu-Marin