Literary evening yesterday at the chic Pavillon Taché UQO. We must be at least 60 to come and see and listen to the new sensation of the hour, the Togolese Edem Awumey writer, shortlisted for the Goncourt, nothing less. A resident of Old Hull nominated for the prestigious French literary prizes, I could not miss it, I who constantly complain about my anemia cultural Outaouais adoption.
I mentioned in this virtual space, my propensity to be a little bit, not bad, yes, OK, I admit, extremely Groop. Of course, I am tripping literature, for real. But I am still asked if that made me leave my house, a gray evening September when I could have stuffed the fall programming of Radio-Can or read my Entertainment Weekly, is a real willingness to meet an author or a desire to see someone who may have the Goncourt. It's a bit of both, I guess. Probably my "groopisme" led me to the room and my love for literature made me stay until the end of the launch.
And I'm glad to be stayed until the end of the event ... Edem Awumey this is completely charming and his quick wit is matched only by his humility. He is African, European and North American time. It a little voice at the foix shy and playful. It gives a taste of writing and especially reading what he wrote about exile, Exit, on wandering.
I looked straight into his eyes during his presentation. I wanted him to feel my presence. Everybody was like me. We were overwhelmed by Edem and his laughter.
Goncourt The issue of returns. If there had not been this majestic appointment, how would he have any fans? 10, 15 people, family and close friends? I do not know.
Yesterday, we had 25 or 30 to be queuing up to ask de nous dédicacer Les pieds sales . Je suis toujours nerveuse dans de telles situations. Je dis merci pour l'inspiration, la plupart du temps et je laisse mon regard parler. A mon merci, il a répondu "C'est moi". Il me remerciait, à son tour et j'ai senti sa sincérité.
Je ne sais pas s'il gagnera le Goncourt, en novembre. Je lui souhaite, bien sûr, pour que d'autres personnes aussi groopies que moi le découvrent. Moi, je ne l'ai pas encore lu, mais je l'aime déjà. Et ce n'est pas seulement la groopie qui parle, c'est l'humaine qui a découvert la grande beauté intérieure d'un de ses congénères.
I read his book (as soon as I finished my correction) and I'll keep you posted.
