“Tu seras écrivain mon fils” by François Bégaudeau.
The author of “Entre les murs” returns to the literary scene with a mischievous little opus. In this little 123-page essay, Bégaudeau uses a lexicon to show us how to become a “real writer”. And, as you’d expect, all in the second degree. It’s a jubilant exercise in self-mockery. The author dismantles the great myths of literature and desacralizes the writer’s place in society with great humor. The small world of publishing is also under attack.
Some tasty extracts:
“You will be a writer if you talk like a writer; if you talk the way the choir thinks a writer should talk; if, answering an interview, you draw on the corpus of beliefs, myths, superstitions, which for two or three centuries have erected, against the backdrop of the celestial vault, a Goddess of literature.”
Vocation
“Writing is a vocation from birth. The writer is called, like the priest by God, like the teacher by the rector of the Académie, like Fadela Amara by Nicolas Sarkozy.”
Coeur
“There are few critics who are also writers, except those who are also publishers.
Money
“The writer is content with the bare minimum: a table, a pitcher, a chair, some paper, a laptop, the ninebox. He has little money and doesn’t try to earn any.”
“Tu seras un écrivain”, François Bégaudeau
Bréal, 13.90 euros
Currently in bookshops
Julien Tissot
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Cette publication est également disponible en : Français (French)
