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THE WORK |
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The Shine |
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(A Philosophical Tale) |
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This philosophical tale is filled with fresh ideas and plot twists to delight any and every reader. It is an allegory of man’s hopes and dreams, a wild and passionate journey through the imaginary, blending dream, reality and reflection… |
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A long, long time ago in a far-off land, a disillusioned eagle owl, a night-living loner, rued the fact that the stars had to disappear every morning. One fine day, feeling that he might soon reach the age where he was no longer well enough to leave, he went off in pursuit of his dream: to find a star that never goes out. To do so, he has to cross the immense plain that separates him from the rest of the world. But neither this test nor those that follow make him give up. He’ll cross strange lands, meet all sorts of furred and feathered friends, have the most unexpected adventures, come up against the worst dangers, and will never give up or lose sight of his goal. But is believing in a dream enough to make it come true? This many-sided story has the answer, no matter how old you are… |
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“True,” said the storks. “At night, you have the stars…”
“And the moon,” added the youngest.
“Same thing there,” replied the eagle owl. “The silent moon, as it passes, always interrupts the days. The light of the sun isn’t light because the night breaks its spell. But the light of the sweet stars isn’t either, because the solar star comes back each morning to put them out. It all changes, and nothing stays. Perhaps this state of affairs is satisfactory for storks, but it doesn’t suit me at all! What we need now on Earth is a star that never goes out; an eternal light in which our hearts can finally see themselves, without being scared of losing themselves.” |
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AVAILABLE IN 2009 |
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Le Parlement des Rivières (english translation) |
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(Indian novel) |
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If you feel attracted by India you must read Le Parlement des Rivières…
Le Parlement des Rivières has already been praised to the skies by over 3000 readers. This captivating novel will sweep you away on a breathless adventure intermingled with mystery, philosophy and travel… A book you won’t put down, even if you don’t have the time to read it! |
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Le Parlement des Rivières will shed light on five questions that, strangely, have remained unanswered until now…
- Who is this young man who, on Tuesday May 11th 1948, has been kidnapped a few hundred yards from home in the south of Ireland?
- How can it be that this young man was seen in the Indian city of Jaïpur that very same day?
- Who were those Indians following him like a shadow, throughout the whole unexpected events that brought him from Jaipur to Calcutta, to New Dehli, to Dehra Dun, to Kedarnath and all the way up the legendary Koh Sahraie mountains?
- By what mysterious “Organisation” were they ordered?
- And what had this incredible adventure to do with the black figure of Chang Kai-shek… to such an extent that he was losing sleep over it?
Forty-six years later the young Irishman recounts the unbelievable adventure that took him from Ireland to India, and to Tibet… |
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... Men and women were moving forward, slowly, looking absently into the dust, their steps weighed down by the heat. All around them arabesques and friezes overflowed from every window, porch and wall. We had to be in some kind of Oriental city, or else we weren’t on earth at all…
“India is not a country,” said the man. “India is inert rhythm.” He gestured towards the chaos. “All these people are following the same inert rhythm, without questioning, without complaining, without so much as a murmur.”
“India?” I gasped. I was still sitting in the dust, flabbergasted, contemplating the slack, indifferent movement of the crowd… |
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Coming soon: |
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l'Acteur au parloir (english translation) |
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(Novel) |
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A contemporary tragedy. This novel raises the major issues of our era, asks questions about our destiny and shakes up the contradictions of our species.
A story that will take you on a journey from laughter to tears, and back...
Deeply moving, unclassifiable… and irresistible! |
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My predecessors wrote for their contemporaries, or for future generations in the best-case scenarios. But me, I write for ash and dust. I don’t even know why I write. Because a broken receptacle inevitably empties itself of its content, I suppose. Because there is something more terrible than the silence of the dead – and that’s the silence of the living. The same so-called living that yesterday were walking towards destruction, one after the other, as if asleep, and today woke up amidst the clamour of bombs. |
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