" From this I console myself, "Lola Lafon 
We really wanted to love this novel. Because in it there is what some crying, as some quiet, some cry that. Because in it he yal'intelligence a look that did not forget to watch the world. The watch really. Do not Forget. Emylina is Jewish, is Romanian, is penniless, living in Paris. It's already a story today. She filled, always, a list of all these things, these words, these events he does not forget. Emylina has trouble being in the midst of all these Almost Dead, these young young young people who live to forget they are dying.
And then one day he yal'Italienne, to whom this novel is written. That friendship is love. Until it disappears, she is suspected of murder. It disappears and need to start remembering. A search before, after, replies, shelters, among other new presences and absences. And then to sort of what we comfort or not, this game that his father had invented to bring his troubles at fair size ...
bad the construction of this novel is sometimes disjointed and laborious, by his need to go back and forth in time and space. Come and go like the ideas, things to say and do not forget ....
There is a little red in these lines, by blood, sometimes also by ideas. It smells East history that is still struggling to swallow (the need?). Lola Lafon offers us a novel that exhausts probably just have too many words to express. But what words.
A wild beautiful bird, anyway.
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