New French translation (after it lost sight , the semicolon in 85) of Fup , a short novel of 100 pages of Jim Dodge dated 1984 - his first in fact. 100 pages stylistically soaked in Old Rail, an Indian whiskey would have the power to make him immortal, and heavenly visions crossings so Steinbeck on acid. 100 pages on a trio Wild West than late or forgotten (it is still on the edge of the seventies, but nobody seems to be realized in this village) composed of an orphan 22 years obsessed by the fences, his grandfather Centennial player and cloth and a cane if obese need to haggle him a place when it takes a movie at the drive-in. It could be silly, boring naturalist is deadly - indeed the perfect launch pad for psychedelic who would throw himself into Junction Stone (book by cult here, a fucking cult novel, Karine) or post-Beat Not fade away (not always translated in France - gatitox, that you not try?). Too bad Howard Hawks (d. 1977) was not given an iron health Manoel de Oliviera (102 years old next month, still green) to shoot these innocent to size: from ground level at breast height.
Titou - is the name Jonathan Adler Makhurst II was then - had not kept many memories of the death of his mother, but those he had kept were incredibly vivid. Waking in the front seat of the car, alone, beads of rain on the windshield ... He had called his mom. He struggled to open the door. He had called "Mom! Mom! Mom! "Advancing on the pier ... He was crying and calling. He still had the image of bread crumbs soggy, holes in the railing of rotten wood - his mother floating, her face against water, as if looking at the bottom of the lake, something she would have left A big fall ... bird swam around his body. There was the sound of an explosion, and water wings, suddenly, when he began to scream. "
Jim Dodge, Fup ( Bird Canadèche ), translated by Jean-Pierre Carasso Cambourakis 2010.
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