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Black Forest, territories beyond the grave

Totem 2, Photo Essay Damien Massart

Romain Verger is an author had discovered that the tavern with his second novel The Master (published in 2007). He then had the honor of a long interview that provides an opportunity to dive back into his world inextricable. Black Forest , just published, is a tortuous tale soliciting meanders of imagination and the unconscious.

"Leaning over my childhood as above the shimmering water of a well, I am farther than ever to see me as in myself, but it is the shadow comes to me with everything she wears, in itself, inner darkness larger than itself. "
(Claude Louis-Combet, Figures night )

Inspection

As part of a mission scientist, a biologist was dispatched to the edge of a huge forest Japanese Aokigahara Jukai, has a dismal reputation that has emerged after a volcanic eruption in 864. In its fluctuation, it follows the contours and colors of Fuji-Yama in fanning, each Looking to the heights, the desire to plunge into the depths of a maze composed of disarticulated skeletons, a tangle of plants , a tangle of bodies and gaping chasms which we imagine the advanced state of decay. Men who venture beyond the threshold recommended by prudence occur gradually swallowed by the gaping mouth of the dark forest, without the slightest trace of their lifeless body allows to affirm or refute a particular hypothesis about the nature of the disappearances. To better penetrate the mystery that surrounds the scene, we are invited to turn their eyes to the shimmering waters of the lake that borders the forest.


Introspection

Caught in the trees, photographic composition Damien Massart

Placed in the preamble of the story, citing figures night of Claude Louis-Combet announces ambivalence that prevail throughout the work, and we face at the onset of Atsuko two Siamese and Shintaro. The malaise suggested by the portrait of that evanescent, and that will be distilled through the narrative is somewhat reminiscent of the fantastic atmosphere of Japanese films whose aesthetic has probably left traces on writing Romain Verger. Examples include Kiyoshi Kurosawa's Charisma and , navigating around a tree with negative aura. One could also mention Tomoyuki Takimoto who realized in 2004 Ki no umi , whose framework this "sea of trees" suffused with an atmosphere and inhabited by strange stories made headlines. Anecdotally, during the location scouting, the director came across a wallet that contained a small fortune. In the book in question, we find an allusion through these identity documents, checks and other credit cards littering the paths of this space we imagine haunted.

With consummate art of the ellipse and the suggestion that the narrative unravels imperceptibly. In this maze of stories, the reader is to combine the fragments of memories together.
Revivals nightmare in the forest on a carpet of leaves foreshadow substantial rot that has, over time, seized the man. These scenes occur at regular intervals are reminiscent of the novel drawers Count Potocki , Saragossa Manuscript , in which Alphonse Van Worden resumed his mind several times under the gallows brothers and robbers Zoto who personify the evil grip on the lands of the Sierra Morena.

Retrospection

The memory of trees, photographic composition Damien Massart

From side to side, the work is here crossed by the reminiscences be an intriguing, whose precise identity is draped in a veil of mystery subtly maintained. These feelings seem to follow the forfeiture that he has known in these lands secretly poisonous.
species of mushroom collected with passion by the young boy appear through their pore inoculate the seed of a latent harm.

"What a pleasure to pick the mushroom freshly assembled, dig up her chubby foot, taking off his hat broken ribs and leaves to inspect the biting beasts."

To trace the itinerary, it will need, which is found in Louis-Combet - make their way through the various stages of life, undergo the initiation rites of passage that we to bring the Forest Meaulnes and his castle where they attended already the only novel of Alain Fournier , Which sees a group of teenagers vampirized by a character that embodies the travesty of childhood and the transgression of the forbidden.

Forest, unrecognizable place in the heart which can be expressed with impunity hunting in all its forms, we immersed throughout the work in a stifling atmosphere in which each invocation is likely to trigger a series of terrifying thoughts.

Writing poetry Romain Verger wife with the feelings of his characters. Black forest brew a set of themes to be addressed and delicate yet remarkably staged. This is an original and inspired, which no doubt find a place in the library of curious readers.

• be published today: Black Forest Romain Verger, in Quidam
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• All visual compositions illustrating this column are from the fabulous photographic site Camera Obscura, Damien Massart, whom I thank for his kind permission to reproduce.
  

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underwater adventures that come from Quebec

What is the common point between The endless night , Nanoushkaïa , Locus Solus and thrilling life of Anthony P.?
The origin of these achievements, more or less crazy, the authors found embedded in a diving magazine that comes from Quebec, whose code name The Bathyscaphe, whom we'll see you soon at the berthing number 6 .

"It is well known, moreover, that one way to achieve self-knowledge is to build a labyrinth like you. " ( Andre Pieyre of Mandiargues )

Peuchmaurd Antoine, son of an illustrious poet , is owner and photographer, lover of words and situations shifted. Montreal and its suburbs are its favorite playground, he tracks down night and day, armed with his bike and his camera, which aims to alert the incongruity hidden behind a wall, a storefront, a poster advertising or a signpost. Develop a vision on the sidelines, disturbing images, to journey beyond the beaten track, this is the approach of exciting blog of Anthony P. , which offers miniature items in addition to the chronic academic scary.

"Had he not drifted all these years in a loop of time?" (Thierry Horguelin in the prompter's box )

This is the same Anthony who is responsible for coverage The endless night signed Thierry Horguelin , a collection of dominated by new printing and illusion of roundness. The cover reproduces a picture of a woman lying on a carpet of leaves. Only two legs protrude from the trough concealing the rest of the body. The back cover is a reflection of that scene to say the least disturbing, while the names of the characters mentioned in the book find themselves alternately upright and upside down in the second and third cover. In
The large transparent is the crystalline nature of the scenery and the library that disrupt the perception of the character. We can consider the invisibility of books as a projection of the universe elusive they contain. The owner and the inspiration of the story are reminiscent of Jorge Luis Borges .
Night endless disoriented the reader by the heterogeneity of the situations which opposes the unchangeable identity of the protagonist over the stories.
The prompter's box closely resembles a sort of time warp, prompting a spectator of Parisian theaters to pervert the staging of the plays he saw in his intruding grain of salt. It is then not imagine all the consequences that such boldness is likely to cause around him. The case
Dieltens , meanwhile, confronts us with a page from the biography of a legendary artist, accused by his peers for having plagiarized his contemporaries, and seems to have taken pleasure in his work built around the principle of the hoax. Thierry has Horguelin from scratch to create the work and life of this multidisciplinary artist, who confuse the reader by their credibility. For my part, I'm so hooked I have, after reading the text, was to verify the existence of this Dieltens, being convinced that I would find a trace of him.
What role does the age-old set of series B, The man with the yellow jacket in the course of the past? Over the nightly broadcasts of Simple cops, a viewer unemployed, will try to unravel the mystery inherent in such systematic appearances, trying to scrutinize the eye which seems to evade the camera, thus developing a kind of sixth sense that connects it to the corridors of the series. It is thought irresistibly Alfred Hitchcock , filmmaker had acquired the habit during his career to show surreptitiously in each of his films.
Enemy plunges us into the mind of a man confident of being sued. This is where the paranoid mind of the character that causes the illusion of a lurking antagonism among his peers. The conclusion of this new returns us once again to the idea of incessant loop forever trapping the characters in the heart of their misadventures.

Painted by machine Louise Montalescot

Locus Solus is the title of a strange novel by Raymond Roussel published in 1914 in which Martial Canterel mad scientist genius and reveals a few visitors regrouped his amazing inventions in his vast estate at Montmorency.
is also the name Thierry Horguelin borrowed for his logbook and protean curious. Found in his blog unclassifiable works screened, comments from readers immersed in a book collector coins unearthed in a secondhand shop, the crossroads that lead to the peregrinations of the real and the strange. Locus Solus is an unusual place, alongside highways cybernautical.

"The Geese Cravan born rotten masts of ships lost in the Gulf of Mexico." ( Scutenaire Louis, The rescue of the bird )

Bérangère Cournut did speak of her in the tavern with The Ecorcobaliseur a crazy story in troubled waters, available from Attila.
Cravan geese, cottage editions founded in 1992 by Benoît Chaput we moved since last year to discover Nanoushkaïa , a brief tale of strange visions giving birth to a staggering rate. The writing, fanciful and poetic desire, probably will leave no stone the most insensitive of readers of the ice. The title is part of the collection of books carefully hand sewn (Iron and rust) that will easily slip into all the libraries in Quebec and the Antarctic.

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The crime at all costs

Drawing Roland Topor

Upon its release in Plon in 1954, the crime goes unnoticed. Beforehand, he had been refused by Gallimard, who judged the work too lyrical, too bushy. Since February 2008, we can rediscover the romance and unbridled unclassifiable editions of The Last Drop.

"As usual, I I saw great progress in the ice corridor. I stayed a few seconds looking at my reflection. I would gladly have believed a stranger lurking there for hours, an enemy, certainly, who had just appeared to surprise me, face me without saying anything, just wondering accounts. I looked at him insistently. I saw those eyes that seemed to search despite the certainty that there could be no solution, these features sliced raw in the flesh, the color of ash that stuck to the skin, then the air without any flicker of hope find support. I accepted. I found myself worrying more a stranger, I was afraid to be alone in this mask, only vis-à-vis the anguish when by chance I pressed the surprise in other mirrors. "

In Jacques Sternberg, character names sounds like an original curse. Habner it is called or Havn, it is used to a firm unknown or anonymous unemployed recently sacked, the narrator is hopelessly caught up in a society that fear, a victim of its own weight daily, his invariable torpor. Forced to cold and precise analysis of world as it stands, with its machinery and inert disconcerting Havne realizes he is incarcerated in a sort of open-air prison, cold and devoid of loopholes.
Each parcel of its environment confronts a universe which fathom scathing look.
The office where he just completed his last day of work, with its paperwork foul, his insipid lot of letters from colleagues and detestable, preserves the remains of a schedule just as dull his attic and furniture nailed floor, the stairwells immutable buildings that line borrowed their uniform facades and the streets desperately parallel overlapping in an intersection of all nonsense. Unable to find a role in its layout, a place in his device, Havne to flee at any cost. But how to extricate himself from a prison with no emergency exit, where each square meter is only a reflection of his own captivity? By breaking the mirrors that return the illusion of a possible line of flight and, ultimately confuse offering a shocking reflection of reality? Counteracting the organization metronomic city? In rebelling against the absurdity that seems symptomatic govern?

Roland Topor

The city in Sternberg seems to exist only to confirm the impotence of his character to exist by itself. Asphyxiated, the mind starts to blow up the inertia of the set to see new opportunities to escape. A poster advertising becomes the gateway to a dimension where an infinity of galvanizing events occurs in a fraction of a second. The sale of a newspaper run by a kid shouting loudly at the foot of the tower wake up on her hope of a resurrection in the press.
Faced with a crisis of identity, Havne considering a crime that would trigger a outlet in the infernal machinery.
Unfortunately, the most insolent harm can not be distinguished from the mass of his fellows. When it breaks a crystal vase and is asked to pay is double the price he decides to pay in order to enjoy the ineffable pleasure to shatter into a thousand pieces another witness to his condition demeaning . The two vases unfortunate engulfed half of his monthly income and the gesture of revolt, which would have given him a moment at least the illusion of assertiveness, condemns finally become aware of the misery of his situation in the Gear treacherous society. If
petty theft is not enough to attract attention, most sordid crimes also did not allow access to snippets of the evening edition stating the facts different from the previous day. In The Insider, the words chanted at once the insurrection of his character and his inability to escape the nightmarish quagmire in which the evil bog down inexorably. In vain they seek to exorcise the inconsistency that captured the urban landscape since the city center, interactive par excellence, is deserted by its inhabitants. With slot machines without interest, its windows quake, cinemas dilapidated, she recalls now a cemetery where the money has lost its raison d'etre.
Depopulated, deprived of its power, the city is so light on his paradox in a fireworks show done by a bomb ghostly, with each feat has the effect of a damp squib.
Under these conditions, the crime remains the most glaring perseverance.

• Read: The Hit Jacques Sternberg (1954) proposed a new edition in 2008 by the last drop (preface by Jean-Baptiste Baronian )