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But Aristotle says so.
From the point of view of poetry,

the persuasive impossible is preferable
to the non-persuasive, even if possible.

It is therefore not only a feature of
contemporary aesthetics to play on this border between reality and fiction,

which brings me
to the next question finally,

has not each era
developed its own hybridization methods?

Whoever answers in the affirmative
runs the risk of breaking down an open door.

Finally, this is my feeling.
Ah, it seems that we were very late.

So I quickly go
to the novelties of the week.

- Do you think he liked it?
- I am sure. Don't stress.

Interiors , by Jean-Rachid Choukri.

A closed door pretext for surprising reflections
on the weakening of collective identities.

A little more scholarly, but not uninteresting,
L'Oubli , by Constance Duplère.

Hopefully this title isn't premonitory
because the author doesn't deserve it.

And finally, La Baignoire
by Frédéric Koska.

But we'll talk about that next time.
Sorry, we're live.

- We have to return the antenna.
- It's not true, he didn't do that!

See you next week.
I wish you good readings by then.

Look, you don't need a good
TV review for your book to work.

Believe me.

It will be a hit.

What do you think ?

I was wondering: the unsold goods from La Baignoire .
You must have a lot of it left on your hands.

- When do they leave with the pestle?
- Do not worry. It's not for now.

Even so.
You will be warned before, you know?

Why ?

Should I wish to witness
the killing of my work?

- But it's a beautiful death.
- Of course.

Shredded, quartered, crushed.
It's going to be magnificent. An entire program.

They're just going to be recycled
to make new books.

It's a kind of reincarnation.

I hope you're not going to pound
me too.

You are with.

Health.

- Slept well ?
- Yeah, thank you.

But I was working.

I mean,
I haven't slept until now.

I do not mind.
If you want to sleep until noon, you can.

That's what good about your job.
There are no timetables.

Stop teasing him, dad?

- Write you the next one, that's it
- There you go.

It is true that it is like the parachute jump.
This is the second, the hardest.

Look, I don't know.
I've never done a parachute.

Be careful,
don't miss out on this one.

Well, that was good, La Baignoire .
A little claustrophobic, anyway.

At some point, we want
him to come out of the bathroom, the guy.

I know. I thought about it.
But I didn't.

- Pity.
- Dad.

In any case, I did what I could.
I put it forward at the bookstore.

After that, I can't
force people to buy it either.

- Dad !
- Thank you, Gerard, in any case.

A pleasure, Fred!

The Old Sheets.
Damien Boulard.

- He got you drunk, Damien Boulard?
- Well listen, I don't know.

I had to do something
to his ancestors in a past life

so he tried to make me
die of boredom at this point.

Is it that bad?

And it is you who will announce
to this unfortunate that it will not be published?

No, it's a trainee who will
send him a standard letter.

Yeah, the famous letter.

“After reading your manuscript, we suggest you
change jobs as soon as possible.

in order to preserve the sanity of our
reading committee and for the good of humanity in general. "

There's a man here who had
a funny idea a few years ago.

The Crozon librarian.

He had got it into his head to recover
all the manuscripts refused by the editors.

- Original, right?
- That's great as a trick!

The library of rejected books.

- Does this library still exist?
- Yes I think.

Don't you want us to go check it out tomorrow?
I would like to see that.

Now
, I don't really feel the concept of refused books.

It may be contagious, who knows?

Me, that interests me.

Hello. I'm looking for
the refused books room.

That no longer works. Anyway,
no one comes here anymore.

- Well I'm leaving you.
- Thank you.

- So ?
- It makes me want to kill myself.

Besides, you don't know the craziest.
You will hallucinate.

Author Henri Pick was a local guy.
He's the guy who ran the pizzeria.

Writer-pizza maker.
It slams, at the same time.

Dad, do you know where
I can find Henri Pick?

At the cemetery. Died 2-3 years ago.
Madeleine, his wife, still lives there. Why ?

Because I'm going to publish
her husband's book.

Frankly, that would surprise me.
I don't see Henri writing a book at all.

Maybe he just never dared
to tell you about it.

- But what is it ? Recipes ?
- No.

It's a novel.

It is a love story
with the death of Pushkin as a backdrop.

- Who ?
- Pushkin, the Russian poet.

Listen, Madeleine.
The best is if you read it.

I am sure you will
recognize your husband's voice.

It is true that it is very beautiful.

But why would
he have hidden it from us?

Maybe he lacked
self-confidence.

That he underestimated his talent.

Seriously, do you see dad writing that in
between batches of pizzas?

You imagine him philosophizing about Pushkin.
Dad ... Pushkin.

- And all the sex scenes ...
- You know, beneath his modest exterior,

... your father was ...
- Wait. Yes, we'll talk about that later.

- But I'm interested, you know.
- Finish your chocolate, honey.

And this library.
Doesn't that surprise you?

I thought he didn't even know
there was one in Crozon.

Maybe he left this novel for us.
To tell us not to forget it.

Where are his things?

“Happiness was so close,
if possible. "

Wendy, how many times have I asked you
to number your cards?

I don't understand a thing. You still
did Normal Sup. You can count to ten, right?

OK, Jean-Michel.

- Here.
- Thank you so much.

There I have a whistle.
It's stressful.

I do not hear anything.

It's normal. How long
have you worked in this business?

40 years ?
It's normal. See you soon.

Let's go ?

Everyone is in place.
Let's go.

- Twenty seconds.
- Jean-Michel, can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you.

So, Madeleine Pick. An exclusivity.
She will not give any interviews elsewhere.

On the other hand, you are careful.
She is stressed. She's nervous.

Could someone do
something about this whistle?

- Antenna in 5, 4, 3, 2
- And top antenna.

Good evening everyone.
Welcome and thank you for your loyalty.

Infinitive is live
like every Sunday ...

You write, you can't
get yourself published,

All publishing houses
refuse your manuscript.

Do not despair.
This show is about you.

Imagine a library that collects
all the texts that the publishers did not want.

Well this library exists,
in Brittany, on the tip of Finistère,

in the small village of Crozon. It is called
the library of refused books.

And it is there that a young editor from
Grasset, Mlle Daphné Despero,

who is with us tonight,
thank you for accepting our invitation,

discovered a manuscript
that she immediately wanted to publish,

The last hours of a love story,
by the enigmatic Henri Pick.

This book came out a few weeks ago
and it is already a real literary triumph.

You will tell us
more about it .

And Wendy will take us to discover
this incredible unusual library.

For those who haven't read it yet,

The last hours of a love
story tell the end of a romantic relationship

with in parallel the slow agony
of the great Russian poet Alexander Pushkin,

following an injury
received during a duel.

The author mixes love and death
in an absolutely disturbing pas de deux.

It is an absolutely remarkable novel.
I would say a little masterpiece.

- You read it, I imagine?
- Yes, it's very powerful.

It seems to me that it
resonates with your work

who made you
this ethnologist of eroticism.

So, we would have loved
Henri Pick to be with us tonight,

but unfortunately
he left us two years ago,

but I have the pleasure of receiving
Madeleine Pick, his wife. Good evening.

- Good evening.
- We are very happy to have you.

You have accepted without hesitation
to publish this manuscript.

Do you think
that's what he would have liked?

I ask you this question because
we feel in him like a rejection of the world.

Like a passion for the shadows, and besides,
it really makes one think of this great Portuguese poet

Fernando Pessoa, who rarely signs by name.
What do you think ?

What can I know about what he wanted
or not. We can't ask him anymore.

No, it is clear.

If you will allow, by accepting the publication
of her husband's novel, Madeleine brings it to life.

- Somehow.
- Of course.

What kind of authors was he reading?
Rather classics or contemporaries?

I do not know.
I've never seen him read.

What do
you mean, you've never seen him read?

So if I sum up, you never saw him read
and you never saw him write?

Don't you find that curious, anyway?

If he was writing in secret,
maybe he was also reading in secret.

Exactly, where was he writing in secret?
In the back room of your restaurant?

Yes. He was there all the time.
It served as his desk for the count.

So I have to make it clear
to all viewers

that you and your husband
ran a pizzeria in Crozon.

Besides, it seems that people come
from all over France,

just to see where
your husband wrote his novel !?

They shouldn't want to eat pizza,
because it's a creperie now.

Tell me, what is your feeling
about this craze?

Well, I don't really understand.

All the newspapers want to interview me,
we search our lives.

I even found a journalist in my garden
on a branch of my apple tree.

But, reassure us,
you have nothing to hide?

- Oh no, why?
- No, that is to say ...

At times, one might wonder
about the authenticity of the genesis of this novel.

- How? 'Or' What ?
- What are you playing, Jean-Michel?

I ask the question aloud,
which many people ask themselves.

Are you sure it was
your husband who wrote this novel?

What do you mean ?
I do not understand.

- You don't understand?
- Stop it right now, Jean-Michel!

It's difficult to finish reading
this novel without being seized by a doubt.

But, sorry, what
are you suggesting ?

Wouldn't all of this be
an incredible editorial stunt?

Because yes, the novel is remarkable.
But then, the novel of the novel.

The novel of the novel.
Staging.

This idea of literary treasure found
in the depths of Brittany, we are in the genius.

Do you understand why
I'm asking this question?

- So what's the truth, Daphne Despero?
- But the truth is quite simple.

When I was told about
the library of refused books,

I had the intuition, the intimate conviction
that I had to go and see her more closely.

Once inside,
it's true, it's strange.

I felt like a call.
As if we ...

As if the ghost of Henri Pick
had pointed out to you, right?

You would be like a kind of
Saint Teresa of Avila.

Enough now,
all this circus!

- You are making fun of my husband.
- What is she doing to us, old woman?

No, we're sending the doc to Crozon.

The small village of Crozon
has become a place of pilgrimage ...

Aren't you going to leave
the set like that?

- You wouldn't do a psychodrama?
- Can this stuff be taken away from me?

Can you imagine the Breton pizzaiolo who has never
written and who produces a book of this magnitude?

- He was certainly very nice.
- By what right does he allow himself to speak like that?

It's so good enough
to say such things!

I can quote you plenty of authors who had
other jobs before making a living from their pen.

Bukowski was a postman, Kafka worked in
an insurance company, and Lamartine ...

Lamartine was a bodyguard.
Bodyguard. Kevin Costner.

- Who are you ?
- I'm Josephine Pick.

The daughter of the Breton pizzaiolo who has never read a book
in her life, and who tells you shit from beyond the grave.

I never said that !

Enough, you!

Excuse us.

It's not okay ?
What is the problem ?

You are a presenter. You present.
We ask you nothing else.

You get hold of yourself, you apologize
and we end the show, come on!

- You bring them back to me, please.
- We don't have them anymore, Serge.

- Sorry ?
- They left.

- No one ever spoke to me like that!
- Attention, plateau return in 5, 4, 3, 2 ...

Good evening. We're
back, still live.

- Are you going after the old ladies now?
- But not at all.

See how
this whole story doesn't hold water !?

You read the book.
You know what I mean ?

- You've become so cynical!
- But no.

But yes, you no longer believe in anything.
You no longer see the beauty of things.

Do you remember. When we first met,
you were a passionate person.

Literature was
above all else for you.

It was your religion.

Since you served soup on TV,
you have grown very small.

And again,
we have a big screen.

This book shocked me.
It was even an existential shock.

An existential shock, really
?

We're going to leave, Jean-Michel.

We're not going to leave each other because
of a book, it's grotesque.

Do not be mad.
Let's do it right, please.

A separation
can also be poetic.

This is what Henri Pick demonstrates
in his novel. Make an effort.

Tell me, are you serious?

Our relationship is
long over, you know that.

- Can we give ourselves some time to think?
- No, it's too late.

Yeah, let it go.
Take Pushkin as an example

when he understands that there
is no point in fighting

because he knows that death is
going to take hold of him anyway.

He accepts it and he leaves, serene.
It's so strong!

I will help you prepare a small bag
with some things, at first,

so that you too
can leave serene.

There you go, Mr. Rouche.
Your daddy doble.

Thanks, Julien.

Bad news ?

I got dumped
like a rat by my wife tonight

and I just found out
that I'm fired,

pair text.

- I'll take another one.
- Right now.

Service.

Brigitte? It's me.
I reflected last night.

I don't
agree with you at all.

What you find poetic,
I find it of a violence!

The cruelty of this woman,
when she says on leaving the house,

wait a second,
I'm looking for the passage,

when she leaves the house,

and, you know, when she says,

Wait, I can't find
the passage. Call me back.

Here. You will find
on this computer the list

of all texts received
by Gallimard since 1992.

- And before 1992?
- Before, it's there. Since 1919.

Oh yeah.
Okay, thank you very much.

You can't imagine!
You gave us one of these buzzes, my Jean-Michmich.

Already with this book, it
was madness, but there!

Since your show,
booksellers have literally been robbed.

You should pay me royalties.

- What do you want ? Short ? Long?
- I want the truth.

Who did you put as a nigger?

Because the guy is good.
Very very talented.

Wait, we're doing this for footballers
or reality TV starlets.

Not for a pizza chef
totally unknown to the battalion.

Did you have the manuscript appraised?

Ah, of course!

You know what, we should also
ask for Pick's exhumation.

Very funny.

Tell me, did you know he never
sent his manuscript to any publisher?

Never. I checked. No.

He ended up in the library
of refused books without being refused.

- Don't you find that curious?
- So what ?

It's not forbidden to keep
your novel to yourself. Move in.

I have been praised for the qualities of a man
who has never sought glory.

You know very well that all writers dream
of seeing their talent recognized one day or another.

Frankly, if this whole
thing was a stunt, I would know.

- You really think ?
- Daphne Despero.

I don't see her
doing it backwards at all.

I tell you,
when she brought me Pick's manuscript,

she had that sparkle in her eyes
as if she had discovered Peru.

Do you know she sold
the film rights?

From what I understood, the film
would be more about Henri Pick than his novel.

- They paid. They do what they want.
- The times are really obsessed with form.

So what about you ?
Are you going to go back to print media?

We're going to shit
in our pants again every Thursday

while waiting for the release
of the literary Figaro ?

- Did I really terrorize you?
- Not me. The others, yes.

By the way,

Here, you will come and celebrate
the success of Pick with us, OK?

Inès, I am going to show that
it is not Henri Pick the author of this novel.

No, but you're
making it a personal matter.

I don't know who wrote this book,
why we used the name of Henri Pick,

how come he ended
up in this improbable library,

but I will find.

You're not going to go on a crusade like this
just to prove you're right, are you?

- I arrive. I go down.
- Hello.

Mr. Rouche.
What can I do for you ?

I just spoke to Inès de Crécy.
Tell me, you didn't lie to her, I hope?

- Why do you say that ?
- It would be a very dangerous game.

It could jeopardize your career.
Do you realize it or not?

You continue with your innuendos!
Sorry, I'm waiting for lunch.

- Let's go ?
- Hold on. Hello. Frédéric Koska.

You were supposed to talk
about my book on your show.

My first book, La Baignoire,
and you hadn't had time. You remember ?

Perhaps.

- Yes, you can ask me.
- Fred, I only have 30 minutes for lunch.

- 2 seconds, please.
- I'll wait for you at the restaurant.

But why are you running away from me?
What are you afraid of?

It is very presumptuous of you
to think that you are intimidating me.

I assure you,
you are staring.

Henri Pick's book has met its audience.
Everyone adores it. What is bothering you?

Henri Pick never wrote
a line in his life.

I'm warning you. I'll
never let you smear his memory.

Do not get mad. You might think
you are on the defensive.

But it's because you touch on
something very sensitive in Daphne.

You know, Henri Pick has become
the most important person in his life.

A kind of omnipresent God that
she worships and nothing else matters.

It's not okay ? What's wrong with you?
Are you jealous or what?

How could I not be jealous?
Okay, you don't have time. I'm not hungry anymore. Hi.

I hope you will have the opportunity
to tell me about my book next time.

Listen, Miss,
let me tell you something.

Literary impostures
always end up being exposed.

Without wanting to offend you, you seem
to be in full conspiratorial delirium.

Fred, wait.

It is extremely well detailed.
The customs of the time are well established.

The author is undoubtedly an expert on Russia.
A historian, perhaps, who necessarily speaks Russian.

- What makes you say that concretely?
- It is based on a controversial book,

which gives a divergent hypothesis
on the circumstances of Pushkin's death.

And this book has never
been translated into French.

Brigitte, you haven't called me back.
Finally, don't get tired. I leave.

I'm leaving Paris and, where I'm going,
I'm not sure there is a network.

If you could be so kind
as to forward my mail to Bristol !?

I will come and collect
my things a little later.

Someone there ?

Yeah, I'm coming.

This show
is brought to you by Audible.

Find me next Sunday
in a new issue of Infinitif,

to talk about writing,
reading, literature.

- Yes, who is there?
- Jean-Michel Rouche.

Oh no. Leave me alone.
Go away.

I've come to
apologize to you, Madeleine.

I traveled 600 km
to come and see you.

Give me a moment.
A moment !

Madeleine, you said that

this whole story was
an opportunity for you to bring your husband back to life.

Well, bring it
back to life for me!

Tell me why it is so
obvious to you that he wrote this book.

Be nice, Madeleine.
Open the door for me. Please.

Come in.

16 months boarding
a warship in the middle of the Indian Ocean?

You imagine ? When we got together,
we swore we would never leave each other again.

And that's what we did
until his death.

I think Henri kept
this fear of losing me in him.

He transcribed it years
later in his book.

- Did he speak Russian?
- No why ?

Because there is a lot of talk
about Russia in your book.

But he liked vodka.

And then, too, he had created a
red pepper pizza that he called Stalin.

A true Russophile, this Henri!

- Didn't he have a depressive background?
- But not at all. Why do you say that ?

- There is a gravity in this photo.
- Can't you see he's smiling?

He smiles, do you think so?

I know my husband, anyway.

It's just a little hard
to guess because of the mustache.

Under his mustache,
he smiles.

- I believe you.
- I don't feel.

Everything I told
you , you didn't seem to believe it.

It's normal how you feel.
You are told that your husband wrote a book,

so you track down in each line
reflections of your own story.

Can't you see the connection
that there is between my memories and Henri's book?

- It can't be a coincidence.
- We always find ourselves in a book.

That is what I thought.
I haven't convinced you. Shall I take you home?

Did they return
the original manuscript to you?

I would love to
see it if possible.

Madeleine,
it's a misunderstanding.

Hello, my sisters.

There you go, thank you very much.
Goodbye ! See you soon, I hope.

- So it's over?
- Yes, it was very good.

Are you following me for the visit?
Let's go.

- Everything went well, sir?
- Very good. That was delicious. Thank you so much.

I wanted to
personally thank you for having a pancake.

How nice.
But in a creperie, normally ...

From Pick's book, people who come here
think it's still a pizzeria.

- So we had to put it back on the map.
- Ah yes ? Please sit down.

- That doesn't seem to make you happy.
- I'm a pancake maker, not a pizza chef.

It's not easy, you know.
My wife tells me to see a shrink.

This filthy book!

- Did you know him, Henri Pick?
- No, we took over the restaurant when he died.

- I'll bring you a digestif. It's for me.
- How nice.

Ma'am, could I
get the bill, please?

I understood that it was
possible to visit you-know-what?

- Yes of course. Come with me.
- With pleasure.

And There you go.
This is where he wrote.

- Do you mind if I take a picture?
- Not at all.

We left everything as it was.
We didn't touch anything. In his juice.

- Is that his office?
- Yes.

- I can ?
- Yes of course.

You remember in the book,
when Pushkin is dying on his deathbed,

from his bedroom window
he can see the village steeple. Look.

- I do not see anything.
- Bend over.

- Lean more.
- No, I can't see anything.

- Bend over a little more.
- Yes okay. Effectively.

- Here, a glass of chouchenn.
- Thank you, you're too kind.

And thank you again for the pancake.

If not, do you think
I could charge for the tours?

I dunno.

No, because the cemetery keeper
does not hesitate to ask for a small ticket.

Oh yeah ?

- Here.
- Thank you.

- It is over there.
- Thank you so much. Have a good day.

Take off as soon as
it's a little faded.

What are
you doing here?

I had my mother on the phone who told me
that you had gone to harass her to her house !?

Now you have the nerve to come here.
But it's not going well, you!

- Who do you think you are?
- I am going to leave you. Sorry.

Have a good day.
Excuse me.

- You're trying to pity me, right?
- Not at all. I am a little lost.

That's it. It holds.

I'm exhausted.

What did
you come here to do?

That is to say ...
I'm not sure you like it.

You can go.
I am armored like a tank.

So ?

No, but are you kidding me !?

Where were you planning to find your evidence?
On his grave?

You have to start somewhere.

- Where do I drop you off?
- Hotel du Port.

- Oh no.
- It won't be long, honey.

- What do you think?
- About what ?

From my father's book?
That's none of your business.

It's the fact that he never
wrote anything else that makes me doubt.

If we could find a greeting card,
a letter, a postcard ...

I have letters from him.
What do you think?

- Is that so ?
- Yes.

He wrote me a very nice letter
when I went to snow school.

This is proof of his talent.
If you read it, you would have to abdicate.

I am ready to take the risk.

Yeah, but I don't know
what I did with it at all.

Yes, I had stored it in a book.
Which ?

- I can help you search.
- Well then !

I absolutely do
not trust you, Mr. Rouche.

You are right.

It was on the left.

The sooner you read this letter,
the faster you will leave.

Besides, I prefer to
keep an eye on you.

- I can enter ?
- Go for it. Stop with the screen, please.

- Shall we close the door?
- Yes please.

Go for it.
Take a seat in the living room.

Honey, are you coming for
a snack?

Hey, I thought
it would be easier.

You especially thought that
in the provinces, we did not read.

Not at all, on the contrary.
You don't care.

I'm joking.

I am very impressed,
sincerely.

However, I do
not understand the logic of your classification.

I classify them by theme
according to the law of good neighborliness.

Often when looking for a book

the one you really need
is always the one next to it.

- The Warburg method?
- Absolutely.

This allows us to leave Henry Miller and
Anaïs Nin side by side without having Nietzsche in the middle.

You sit.
You touch nothing.

Melville, please. You go get
your things. Your father is coming.

- Are you separated from daddy?
- You are downright indiscreet.

- Sorry.
- Yes, he dumped me last year.

He tried a little comeback when
he saw that we were going to receive copyright.

When he realized that we were going to
donate everything to a charity,

he released me.
See what kind of guy?

I do not understand.
Won't you touch your copyright?

- No.
- You know it's a lot of money.

I can ask you
to which work you will donate them?

To the
Alzheimer Research Foundation .

Where the
hell did I put this letter?

Do you really want
me to help you?

If then. Go ahead
but don't bother.

It's funny.
You have a Pushkin.

The captain's daughter.

News from Tourguéniev,
Anna Karénine .

- So what ?
- Maybe you are the evil mystifier.

- No seriously ?
- Yes.

When your husband left you,

writing has been your catharsis.

But since you didn't want to give him
the conceited pleasure of being the hero of a novel,

you did nothing
to get it published.

And I signed it with my dad's name
and put it in the library, not bad!

You have imagination, it holds.
Except that you forget a detail.

- I wouldn't be able to write a novel.
- What's your ex-husband's name?

- Marc.
- But the book is dedicated to Mr.

After the harm he did me, he would be the last person
to whom I would want to dedicate my book.

- M like Melville.
- While we're at it, Melville wrote it.

And he dedicated it to his mom.
And that is still very cute!

I do not rule out any leads.

- Well if it is, it's you.
- I ?

Why would I have come to Crozon
in Finistère, the end of the earth,

to try to find out what I already know?
There, there would be a small psychiatric dimension.

It is a great classic of the noir novel.
The schizophrenic detective investigates himself.

You, for once, write very well.
I read you in Le Figaro.

I was also listening to you at Masque et la plume.
You made me laugh so much.

Grandma Donald !

My father gave me
my first cookbook.

Great recipes from Grandmother Donald.

I got it.

You permit ?

Yes of course.
Go for it.

“Honey, I received your letter.
It was a great pleasure.

And besides, you tell me a
lot of things.

I'm glad you're in the same
room with your friend Hortense.

I hope you are no longer afraid of the chairlifts
and that you will come back with the first star.

If not so be it. We miss you
very much. Enjoy your stay.

Sunday, return home.
It's been raining since you left. It's sad. Dad.

PS Thank you for your drawing of the mountain.
He's very beautiful. "

Yeah, that's not exactly
what I remembered.

Childhood memories
are rarely reliable, unfortunately.

Finally, it still seems
a little bit of ...

- A little bit of Duras.
- Yes, in the economy.

Duras, she would have written instead:
“It is the father who writes.

It was the father who decided
to write to the daughter.

To write is not to speak.

To write is to be silent.

To write is to scream silently.

It is the father who writes to the daughter.

He had high hopes
for the first star, the father.

He had never had a reward.
That's why he hoped for in the daughter, the father. "

Usually, it makes you laugh.
But this may not be the time.

Above all, a letter to a child
and a novel has absolutely nothing to do with it.

If we fell on Proust's shopping list,
we wouldn't be able to tell ourselves it's him ...

Yes, but we found
Proust's shopping list , and it looks good.

Listen, I'm gonna be real hard

but considering the style, considering the syntax, it is totally impossible
that it is your father who wrote this book.

I am sorry.

Okay, I'll leave you.

So if it's not him,
who is it?

I do not know.

But when I find it,
I hope you will forgive me.

Good night.

Hello Miss.

Mr. Rouche, hello but ...

It's an honor to have you here.
What can I do for you ?

I would like to visit the library
of refused books, is it possible?

Yes of course.

You permit ?

Were you there when Daphne Despero
found the manuscript?

Yes, she came
one afternoon.

Before leaving, she asked me
if she could borrow a manuscript.

- It was Henri Pick's.
- Are you sure it was that one?

Absolutely, she showed it to me.
I found the title very beautiful.

And then after, when the book came out,
I read it right away and loved it.

- And you, did you like it?
- Yes a lot.

- Here it is.
- Hello.

Yes, this is the new
fad of publishers.

They send you interns
in the hope of finding another nugget.

- Do you read interesting things?
- Not really, no.

I can look ?

Inflatable dolls
do not have a menopause problem.

And you ?

- It makes no sense.
- Yes, can I watch?

How to cook
on the engine of your car.

I never quite understood the value
of storing texts that nobody wants.

But hey, when M. Gourvec
fell ill,

he made me promise
to watch over this place.

He said “all these writers
trusted us.

We can't betray them. "

So when he died,
I kept everything as it was.

- Gourvec?
- Yes, he is the founder of this library.

It's him, look.
He was an exceptional man.

He was so
passionate about his job.

Yes, you have to be passionate
to create a place like this.

You know that at the beginning,
the media talked about it a lot.

They even came
here to do a TV report.

- Is that so ?
- Yes.

Is it the house rules?
You permit ?

“First, the manuscript
must never have been published.

Second, the
manuscript deposit is free.

Eighth, ninth ... ”
What does that mean?

«Poan ar re all so skanv da zougen»

- It's Breton.
- And that means?

It means
“The pain of others is light to bear. "

You permit ?
Warning.

- Do you have a deposit register?
- Yes of course.

Pick submitted his manuscript
among the first !?

You wouldn't have recorded it,
by any chance?

No, I came after.

Yes, allow?

- Do you have Russian origins?
- Not at all.

- And Jean-Pierre Gourvec?
- 100% Breton.

I am asking you this because
you have a significant number of Russian novels.

What is curious is that you have
everything Pushkin, except Eugene Onegin.

You must have it because
it's the most famous, right?

Eugène Onegin was borrowed
five years ago, but it has been returned.

He should be here,
I don't understand.

Can you give me
the name of the person who borrowed it?

Bénédicte le Floc'h?

Jean-Michel Rouche?
Please come in.

Ladies, we have
a special surprise guest.

Mr. Rouche, allow me to introduce
the members of the Crozon book club.

We're all
your loyal admirers, you know?

- Infinitive, without you, it's no longer the same.
- We should petition you back.

But what brings you
to Crozon, Mr. Rouche?

I wanted to visit this famous
library of refused books.

It's a bit complicated,
which I'm going to ask you.

You borrowed a book
five years ago from this library.

Eugène Onegin, by Alexander Pushkin.

- Did you return it?
- Oh yeah.

I always return
the books I borrow.

And then, this one,
I had not really hooked.

- You didn't like it?
- No, because I thought it was a thriller.

On the cover
was a guy with a gun.

In fact, it was poetry.
It's not really my thing.

Must tell you, M. Rouche.
Here in our club, we only read thrillers.

Today we are talking about
the latest Bjorn Olefsson.

Smell of blood
and cut bones, have you read it?

- No.
- Here, we'll ask him.

Mr. Rouche, do you think we can
cut a body with an electric knife?

- A body ?
- Let's say the body of a man of your build.

- I dunno. Maybe I'll leave you.
- No, you absolutely need a saw.

Or a chainsaw.

Bénédicte, you don't have an
electric knife in your kitchen, by any chance?

No, but maybe I should
order one for Christmas.

But tell us, Mr. Rouche, what did
you come looking for in this library?

Would it have something to do
with Henri Pick?

You are still skeptical, are you?

You know, here in Brittany,
we see much stranger things.

What interests me more precisely
is the former librarian, Mr. Jean-Pierre Gourvec

- Did you know him?
- Of course.

And I myself
knew his wife very well.

He was married ?

- I was sure he preferred men.
- Me too.

It was over fifty years ago.
She was giving me piano lessons.

In fact, she lived here for
a year, two years at most.

And then she left to
live in Paris.

Gourvec never
heard from her again.

Besides, I think
it made him extremely unhappy.

- What was her name, this Madame Gourvec?
- Ludmila.

Ludmila?
But is it Russian?

Yes, she was from the USSR.

Hello, Josephine.
I came to say goodbye to you.

Are you leaving?

Yes, I must go back to Paris to
check two or three pieces of information.

And there's a cocktail tomorrow night at Grasset's.
It would be nice if I was there.

Isn't it wrong to go and celebrate the success of a book
that you suspect to be a literary hoax?

- Do you have a goat?
- No, it's Juan, the neighbor's goat.

And you're not going?
Did they invite you anyway?

I received a box, but I do
not intend to go. I do not know anybody.

- You know me.
- Do you need a car?

Not at all.
I'll take the bus and the train.

- Have a nice trip.
- Have a good day.

Go up. I will come with you.
I want a change of scenery.

You prefer
to keep an eye on me, right?

I would like to
know one thing.

Why is it so important for you to prove
that it was not my father who wrote this book?

What are you ?
A knight of probity?

A defender of
French literature?

I
lost almost everything with this book.

I lost my job,
my reputation and my wife.

Yet, irrationally, the
whole thing woke me up completely.

I must go
to the end of this investigation.

I understand.

But you are
turning our lives upside down.

It's this book that
turns our lives upside down, isn't it?

Don't you think, Josephine?

I love to see you driving.

It's like my whole past
has taken on another dimension.

Like a landscape that we would
look at from an opposite point of view.

This secret
is almost a double life.

I don't know if you realize
the rewind I had to do?

It must be quite
unsettling, indeed.

I was very scared for my mother.
I thought it was going to finish him.

Then, not at all.
She saw it very well.

I even think
it helps him to mourn.

- So I do like her.
- Yes.

The difference is,
you are not fooled.

Listen, until someone
proves me wrong.

The letter hasn't
convinced you yet !?

OK, we forget the letter.

Admit anyway that there are a
lot of inconsistencies.

If your father
tasted so much for secrecy,

why would he have gone to deposit
this manuscript in this library?

Why would he have
signed with her name?

At any moment someone
could stumble upon it.

Yeah, it's like
a bottle in the sea.

Write a book, leave it somewhere,
and think someone will find out one day.

- This is completely illogical.
- Yes, it's true. But it's human.

You can very well protect your secret garden
and at the same time dream of posterity.

He could have estimated that no one
would ever go snooping around in this library.

It's true, who cares,
manuscripts that everyone has refused?

It's the best hideout.
Lost in the midst of others.

Gourvec, the librarian,
knew about it.

Since they knew each other,
he had to make her swear to remain silent.

I imagine the scene: “Jean-Pierre,
my friend, I'm counting on you.

No mistake when you come to eat
a four-cheese at the restaurant. "

I find this sentence a little weak
for a gifted hidden of French literature.

See.

What are you doing tomorrow?

Tomorrow I have to go
to the BNF to consult the INA archives.

Why are you asking me that?
Do you want to come with me?

Not at all.
I don't know what makes you say that?

I have the impression
that you are crazy about me.

Good night.

I too have to go this way.
Don't start fantasizing.

When I started here,
the library was in a sorry state.

Half abandoned.

I put a lot of energy
into making this place dynamic.

Suddenly, the town hall did me the honor
of granting me an additional room.

So I decided to
give this a chance

to all manuscripts that
publishers refused to publish.

You follow me ?

Watch out for ...
These are also books after all.

Publisher's orphan books.
Books that dream of a refuge.

Well, there it is.
The library of rejected books.

The idea came to me for a novel
by Richard Brautigan, one of my favorite authors.

Anyone can come and
submit their text, whether ...

A try :

Growing flowers
by candlelight in a hotel room.

A book on Recipes of the dishes mentioned
in Dostoevsky's novels.

A sort of
cooking and punishment.

The refusal can in no case
be a qualitative value.

Journey to the end of the night,
Ulysses de Joyce, On the side of Swann's.

They were all
initially refused.

For deposit requests,
the Minitel is very practical. 3615 Refusal.

There, I do not know why.
It does not work.

Some writers have crossed France
to come and shed the fruit of their failure.

It could be compared
to a mystical path.

The literary version
of Santiago de Compostela.

In the first year, we
received nearly a thousand manuscripts.

Not bad.

Look, Gourvec uses
a typewriter too.

Yeah, it's a Hermès 3000.
The same as my dad's.

Maybe that confirms
what I thought.

- That is to say ?
- Follow me.

- That is to say ?
- Follow me.

Shall I take your things?

- Where are we going now?
- I just have to check something more.

Okay, you're not gonna tell me where we're going.
It's nice. Good atmosphere.

We're not far away.
We're not far away.

- Will you explain it to me now?
- There is nothing.

What are we looking for?

That's it, I got it.

Look.
Jean-Pierre Gourvec.

The Siberian Girl.

Gourvec has therefore
written a novel.

A roaman who was
refused by Gallimard,

and probably by
all the other editors,

and which ends its journey
in the middle of the rays

from the library of refused books.

I don't see the connection
with my father's book.

It was Gourvec who wrote it.
Still haven't understood?

He simply singled out
the title and the author's name.

The Siberian girl , he renamed her
The last hours of a love story.

He signed Henri Pick.

This is your hypothesis.
I don't understand why he would have done that.

It's a good question.

Because he didn't want anyone to think
that the energy he put in

in making this library had
in fact a strong personal resonance.

Yet he did create this place
as a tomb for his novel.

- Gourvec, extraordinary!
- Why would he choose my father's name?

They were friends,
you told me.

Choose your father to become
the sentinel of his most precious possession,

it was choosing an
absolutely unsuspected shadow force .

More Gourvec!
Don't you believe it?

No, but I'm curious.

How do you intend to
demonstrate this completely delusional theory?

Ludmila Blavitsky.
His ex-wife.

It is she who will confirm.
It's her, The Siberian Girl.

- If she's still alive.
- She lives in rue de Monpensier.

In front of the royal palace theater and
she is waiting for us to drink tea.

I have no merit.
She was in the phone book. Let's go ?

So are you
friends of Jean-Pierre?

How is he ?

Ben, average.
Well, he's ... Tell him.

I'm sorry to tell you,
but he's passed away.

A few years ago.

For me, he remained forever
the handsome young man of 20 years.

Impossible to imagine
that he could grow old ... die ...

Did you know he
wrote a novel?

No, but on the other hand, he was
someone who liked to read a lot.

And I like to
listen to music.

An incompatible couple.

Yeah, it couldn't work, what.
Is that why you broke up?

You know, we weren't really
a couple. It was a white wedding.

I needed papers
and he was ready to marry me.

But why
am I telling you all this?

Gourvec wrote a novel called
La jeune fille de Sibérie.

Are you really
from there?

My parents were from Warsaw,
but they had to leave Poland in 39,

for Siberia.
Yes, I was born there.

You are the inspiration for this novel.

Your departure.
All the words he couldn't say to you,

because he loved you.

He loved me, Jean-Pierre?

The manuscript has just been found
and published under another title.

The last hours of a love story.

I'd love to read it, but you know
I'm losing my eyesight.

- We can read it for you.
- Would you do that for me?

Of course.

Like that, you will tell us
if you recognize yourself.

The book is dedicated to M.
Do you have any idea who it might be?

M for Milotchka,
the diminutive of Ludmila.

That's it.

Chapter One.

“Life does not want to escape from me, preferring to
remain in my body and let me suffer. "

- Are you convinced?
- Absolutely not.

Finally, haven't you seen
his emotional state?

She kept saying
"it's quite him".

- In the end, she was in tears.
- My mother had exactly the same reaction.

A good book, we still believe
it was written for us.

Ludmila is not really Russian,
she is Polish.

She was born in Omsk,
deep in Siberia.

Until then nothing says that the
last hours of a love story

and The Siberian Girl
are one and the same novel.

You have no proof. And you forget
the typewriter in my father's business.

- Are you going to stop upsetting me?
- No reason to deprive me of such pleasure.

- Where are you going ?
- I'm going that way, that's all.

My car is parked there.

Good evening.

Thank you.

- Well, you remain discreet.
- Why ?

- Smoky theories, all that ...
- Why are you saying that?

Well, we're just thinking
not now, not here.

Let's go.

I count on you.

Good evening.

Good evening, Josephine. It's great
that you came. You are fine ?

I'm very well, thank you.

- Mr. Rouche.
- Good evening.

I'm surprised
you were invited.

You know that you were not born
when I met Inès de Crécy.

Funny, because she
absolutely never told me about you.

I wondered for a long time
if you were not at the base of this whole story,

but it's not impossible that
you got screwed like everyone else.

It starts again. You don't have to be careful
because he's a little obsessive.

I need to introduce you to someone.
Will you come with me?

With pleasure.
See you soon.

- Jean Michel.
- Ah Inès, how are you?

- You came as a friend, tell me?
- Obviously.

- You drink a glass ?
- With pleasure.

Two cuts.

- So ?
- Did you see that we made emulators? At Albin!

They went to pick up a poor guy
who had been turned down 32 times.

Just to be able to put on the red banner
“A novel refused 32 times. "

And it seems that Jack Lang wants to establish
the day of the unpublished authors.

So, as there is
one in three French people who write,

it will be a lot of people in the street.

It is both the happiness
and the unhappiness of my job.

France has more
writers than readers.

Okay, I'll leave you,
but see you later.

Yes of course.
See you later.

Wendy, you are wonderful!

Good luck.

- I really don't have time.
- Why you lied to me ?

I asked Inès how
she found my new novel.

I asked you to wait
before telling her about it. You suck.

- Why did you tell me she read it?
- You do not realize the pressure you put on me.

What I want
is for you to keep your promise.

I will speak
to the next reading committee.

I have to go back.
They are waiting for me.

We talk about that later, okay?

Thanks, can anyone hear me?
Great.

Thank you for coming so many this evening to
celebrate with us the great success of Henri Pick's book.

The last hours of a love story.

By my side,
Daphné Despero, junior editor.

It is she who is at the origin
of this incredible find. Welcome, Daphne.

Sorry,
I am a little moved.

Thank you Inès, already.

And thank you all for being here tonight,
because it's also thanks to you, all of that.

- She is beautiful !?
- Good evening how are you ?

It's funny, when I met her,
I remember finding her rather small.

- Tonight, she seems much bigger to me.
- Maybe a heel question, don't you think so?

No, a question of ambition.

But I tell myself that he is with us a little
this evening thanks to Joséphine, his daughter.

I wish you a good evening.

It's frightening.

Still can't believe it?
It's stronger than you.

Notice me too.
Sometimes I find it hard to believe it.

You are doing well, because
this is all a huge masquerade.

Obviously, it was not
Henri Pick who wrote this book.

- Who would it be?
- Too early to tell.

By the way, as long as I got you, you
never told me what you thought of my novel.

- The Shower, is that it?
- The Bathtub.

- I go to the bathroom and I tell you about it.
- I'm coming with you.

You will not let go of me
if I understood correctly.

Your opinion is
very important to me.

You can't imagine what
you represent for a young author.

- Hold.
- You are crazy ? I haven't smoked since college.

I assure you,
it will relax you.

Why ?
Do you find me tense?

No, but since you will finally
tell me what you thought of my book,

I prefer you to be
in good curls.

It takes time to
understand the breaths of a text.

Often, in the first novels,
one has the impression that the author wants to do too well ...

- As if every sentence ...
- You haven't read it, actually?

Well no, I haven't read it.

I receive hundreds of early novels.
I cannot read them all.

But I was given a
rather laudatory note from my recollection.

Who knows ? You might have
the curiosity to read it one day.

So where did I put it?
Maybe in my office.

Finally, my old office. Or at my wife's.
Finally my ex-wife. It is complicated.

J'imagine.

I can send it back to you.

Are you giving me the firecracker?

- Are you writing right now?
- Yeah.

I just finished a new book.

But I learned this evening that its publication
was going to be postponed to a later date.

Oh, that's not a good sign.

And you ?

Have you ever thought about writing?
Other things than your essays on literature?

- A fiction, what.
- In my youth, I wrote fictions.

No it's finished.

But have you
read my essays?

I read Prolegomena
or the Metaphysics of Narratology.

What was it talking about again?

I admit that I had to do
enough research to understand the title.

Come on, let's go back.

Now I'm going to invite his daughter,
Joséphine Pick, to join us.

Come on, Josephine.

Good evening.

Thanks for my father.
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to tell you about him.

So often I try
to imagine him writing this novel.

He always left very early in the morning,
long before I woke up.

Today, I understand why
he loved this solitude at the restaurant so much.

He was undoubtedly enjoying
the silence of dawn.

And that's where he found
his best ideas,

while kneading
the pizza dough.

While this paste was resting,
he was writing.

His floured fingers
gave each sentence ...

Okay, what is it?
Do you have something to say ?

No, please continue.
Excuse us.

You have journalists, a whole audience.
This is the perfect opportunity to reveal what you know.

Are you stopping for a bit?
No, I have nothing to say, go ahead.

If you have something to say,
take advantage, there is a microphone.

What M. Rouche hesitates to tell you is
that he thinks this is all a sham.

And that Henri Pick is an impostor.

But so, Mr. Rouche,
tell us who the real author is

of the last hours of a love story,
we want to know!

Finally, I have absolutely nothing to say this evening.

Little con, go!
Completely stoned!

So no statement
tonight from Mr. Rouche,

and we are
all very happy about it.

Josephine, wait for me.

This evening was a tribute to my father.
You messed it up to make it interesting.

Josephine, I apologize to you.
I am sorry.

Maybe it wasn't my father who wrote this book.
But you have no proof.

Stop telling everyone about it.
You are making a fool of yourself.

Do you realize
the consequences?

You don't look reality in the face.
You are deluding yourself.

What reality?

My reality is that my father died
without recognizing either his wife or his daughter.

And that my mother almost
died of grief in her turn.

Being deluded,
as you say, just helps you survive.

I need you
to complete this investigation.

- You are kind of my Dr Watson.
- Why are you Sherlock Holmes?

- Because it's my investigation.
- But Henri Pick was my father. Good night.

- What are you doing ?
- I accompany you.

- I'm going home to Crozon.
- Very good. It's amazing.

With tonight's pataquès, it is better
that I leave Paris as soon as possible.

You are not possible!

I thought about something: Magali Roze,
the librarian. I think she knows things.

I believe you are right.
I need to know the truth.

I need to know
who my father was.

Do you smell the grass?
Have you smoked?

Not at all !

Your eyes are all red.
You are completely stoned.

I haven't smoked since college.

Okay.
Belt.

Hell, the trip is gonna be fun.
How many hours are we on the road already?

I prefer you don't talk.

Don't you want to get some sleep?

Does the Siberian girl
mean anything to you?

You knew that Jean-Pierre Gourvec
had written a novel, didn't you?

Yes, when he died, it was I who gathered
his things to give to his cousin,

and I found this manuscript
in the drawer of his desk.

- Well ... just the title!
- That means he hasn't changed his title.

Your theory no longer holds.

He may well have kept
a copy with the original title.

You really have the spirit of contradiction.
Where is this manuscript?

I burnt it.

What do you have?

I burnt it.

I couldn't stand him writing
a whole book about her.

Did you burn it?

It is unimaginable, Magali,
to burn a book!

It is the Nazis who
burn books, in general.

- You were in love with him?
- Yes.

- Reassure us, did you read it before you burn it?
- No, I couldn't have.

I thought he loved me.
I really meant it.

In fact, he had never forgotten the other one.

He typed it on his machine?
On his Hermès 3000?

- Yes surely.
- Did you see the K?

Look.

It lacks the
lower diagonal impasto .

Yeah, so what?

I have to go to your mother's
to see the original manuscript.

Don't dream.
She'll never open her door to you.

Stop with that head!

- So ?
- Wait.

You'll see. It is settled
like a Swiss cuckoo clock .

3, 2, 1...

Oh yeah !

Yes, she is an obsessive.

Let's go ?

Yeah.

Definitely!
This is Zeus' hotel in Pergamon !?

Did I give
you permission to laugh? I do not think so.

Look, the K.
It's the same fault!

Here it is, the proof.
This manuscript has been typed

on Gourvec's typewriter
and not on your father's.

- Check it out.
- Yes, that's what I'm doing.

- Well done ! What insight!
- Oh shit !

It's the right machine.

I do not understand.

Maybe they wrote it together,
like Lagarde and Michard.

I beg your pardon.

The copy comes
from the library.

Gourvec must have given it to your father, as
well as the machine, of course!

To make everyone believe
that it was Henri Pick, the author of this book!

- There's something weird.
- What?

The ink should be dry.

The machine has been
in the cellar for years.

So what ?

It means
someone changed the ribbon.

Who did that ?
It's incomprehensible.

In any case, it's not Gourvec.
He died over ten years ago,

- So your hypothesis falls apart.
- It's not just my hypothesis that collapses.

I am devasted.

I am on my knees.

I am completely in the dark.

Gourvec's cousin.

Maybe he can enlighten us.

His what?

- It's his Hermès 3000, his typewriter.
- Ah yes. Jean-Pierre was very keen on it.

I sold it.

I did a garage sale
when I picked her up from her house.

There were a lot of things
I didn't need.

- Do you remember who you sold it to?
- Ooh there, wait.

It was a local guy,
but who?

Take your time.
Its very important.

What did he look like?
Was he rather short or tall? Mustached?

- Normal, father, what.
- Was he with his children?

- No why ?
- You just said he was a father.

Is that so ?

Why did I tell you that?

Well, I do not know.

Yes, I remember.

It was to give to his daughter.
For his birthday, I think.

Is that so ?

No, I never received
a machine for my birthday.

You said he was a local guy.
Why did you say that?

Because he was on a bicycle.
Suddenly, I offered to deliver the machine to him.

If you delivered the machine to him,
you know where he lives.

- Yes.
- Why didn't you say it right away?

You asked me who it was.
Not where he lived.

So where does he live?

He lives in the last
house at the tip of ...

Or ?

- Nurse?
- There is a problem.

There you go.

The last house at the tip of ...

There, we will not get out.

- Maybe we should try to read lips.
- On the lips, absolutely!

Pen Hir!
At the tip of Pen Hir.

- It's Gérard Despero, the bookseller.
- Daphne's father !?

Hello.

Mr. Despero, did you give
your daughter a typewriter for her birthday?

Yeah, so what?

- So the noose tightens.
- You're going to stop pissing my daughter off.

What do you want ?
That she lose her job? Leave him alone.

Are you not
going to threaten us with your hoe?

She's a serfouette.
The two points opposite the blade.

Okay. Anyway,
you told me what I wanted to know.

Daphne Despero.
It is mind boggling.

- Do you think she wrote the book?
- I dunno.

But sometimes the solution is
so obvious that you can't see it.

As in The Stolen Letter from Edgar Allan Poe.
In fact, it was in front of our eyes.

Exactly.

We must return to Paris.
We have to go talk to Daphné Despero.

It will be without me, Jean-Michel.

The holidays are over,
I'm picking up Melville tonight,

the kids of CM2 tomorrow.
Wouldn't it be better to stop there?

Well, not so close to the goal, Joséphine.

You have just arrived, you are already leaving.
Don't you want to stop running?

Take a good book.
Sit in the sun.

That's what I thought,
you're crazy about me.

You
absolutely don't want me to go.

I thought you were ready
to face the truth?

I do, of course.
But my mother ...

- It's funny, this obsession ...
- No, please. We don't go back to the mother.

- You have ...
- I don't like it when you tell me about my mother.

- I don't want to get involved, but there's a big thing ...
- I don't want to.

- Simply.
- I do not want.

- Big neurosis.
- Jean Michel.

So what do we do?

You promise to keep me posted
first.

But yes.

- I'll drop you off at the station.
- I'm not unhappy to take the TGV.

- At the bus station.
- You are not easy going.

Ah, hello.

I will be back.

It's okay ?

What are you doing here ?

Your father gave you
a Hermès 3000 typewriter

which is exactly the same
as that of Henri Pick.

Come with me.

So what ? There are many,
models like this.

Yes, but it is precisely on this
Hermès 3000 that the manuscript was typed.

I have proof.

My father found it in a flea market.
Anyone could have used it before.

Yes, but how do you explain that it ended
up prominently in Mr. Pick's basement?

Look, I have a really long time
to work, so please.

You won't be able to run
away forever, Miss Daphné Despero.

I'm not running away,
I'm doing my job, that's all.

Well, I'm going to go see Inès de Crécy.
I'm sure it will interest him.

When I learned that Henri Pick was a pizza chef,
that he didn't really have the profile of a writer,

I was afraid no one would believe him.

So I said to
myself that I had to put all the chances on my side.

So you went down
to Madeleine Pick's cellar

put down your old typewriter
and a copy of Eugène Onegin ?

Here.

But I swear to you I did find it
in the library of refused books.

Who tells me
that you didn't put it on?

Go check it out. Ask
the librarian.

Besides, it amazes me
that you haven't already.

Besides, I
didn't even have a bag with me.

I really have to go back.
I have a lot of work.

Henri Pick took his secret
to the grave. Accept it.

- There, Mr. Rouche, your Papa doble.
- Thank you, Julien.

Everything is fine ?
Do you look elsewhere?

I'm completely lost.

I have the impression of having
returned to the starting point.

Well done, Henri Pick.
I bow.

Oh, the little jerk!

It's not true !

Hello. Sit down.
It's nice to have come.

Thanks for finally reading.

You liked it ?

For a first novel,
it's very good.

But your second novel
is even better.

You progressed with
The Last Hours of a Love Story.

You've
deepened your style.

You know, your signature.
Which betrays you too.

Finally, your obsessions.
Your themes.

Subjectivity, the confrontation
between reality and fiction,

Your habit of using the free indirect style,
your rhetorical figures.

But what I would like to understand
is why Henri Pick?

Why this
library of refused books?

Why all
this hoax?

Why ?

By game.

By chance.

For love, I believe.

The failure of my
first book had floored me.

I was sure Daphne was going to weigh me down
because I was probably just a loser in her eyes.

So I imagined
the story of our breakup

to ward off my fear of losing her.

And like the poet Pushkin, I finally
predicted in my novel what was going to happen to me.

I lost Daphne. It must be
because of my Russian blood.

Fatality
runs through my veins.

Last year,
we spent a few days in Crozon.

I had taken my text with me,
to reread it, to make some corrections.

And when his father
told us about this library,

I told myself that I had a
unique opportunity to test Daphne.

I had been thinking
about my plan all night.

A bit like a gangster
planning a big deal.

The only thing I hadn't planned
was my nickname.

So why did
I take the name of a ghost?

Daphne had fun saying that
she liked the authors in K.

Kafka, Kleist, Kundera, Because.

With a K,
I found that Henri Pick.

And the red
was to catch his eye.

Then it was enough to place the manuscript
very strategically at eye level.

And with a little luck,
maybe ...

I admit I took great
pleasure in rereading my book in front of Daphne.

- So ?
- It makes me want to kill myself.

- How did you find that?
- It's intense, addicting!

It is exactly for this kind
of discovery that I do this job!

This is the book I dreamed of publishing,
Fred, and I will publish it.

What?
What is happening to you ?

It happens to me that Pick is me.

But why did you do this?

Because I had lost confidence
in myself, in her.

I wanted to know if she
really found me talent,

or if she was posting me
just because she was in love.

- So you tricked me.
- Are you mad at me ?

No because, without wanting to,
you had a fabulous idea.

What do you mean ?

Imagine, a masterpiece forgotten in the shelf
of a library of refused books!

- That's storytelling.
- A masterpiece, really?

You have to take it out as is.

- I do not understand. You mean ?
- We'll publish it under the name of Henri Pick.

If my novel is good, what good is it
that I hide from being the author?

- It's completely stupid.
- Fred, your book is awesome.

But the marketing idea
behind it is even more brilliant.

But you know it like I do, these days
it's harder and harder to stand out.

In addition, with the failure of La Baignoire,
it will be worse.

- It was just a joke, Daphne, all that.
- But, maybe, I know.

However, the emotion I had when I
discovered this treasure was incredible.

That's what you have to give to people.
All this history around.

- No, we don't need that.
- Look, I'll publish it.

It will work, I'm sure.
You, then, will write the novel of the novel.

You are going to explain
the real genesis of the thing.

And the revelation that Pick is you will take the form
of a new novel, and therefore a new success.

I don't feel your plan at all.
Frankly !

- Let's do this normally.
- With the only ambition to finish with a pestle?

Please.
I swear, trust me.

The typewriter
was his idea.

She wanted authenticity,
she typed the manuscript on it all night.

What Daphné thought was great was
that Henri Pick was a simple pizza chef.

Everyone was going to be able to identify with him.
There wouldn't be this barrier of intellectual elitism.

But for Pick to be credible as an author,
it still needed a minimum of additional elements.

- The bathrobe ?
- No, La Baignoire , by Frédéric Koska.

- I never heard of it.
- Yet it had a small critical success.

The book was a huge hit.
Daphne was right, it worked beyond our expectations.

And I did what she told me.
I wrote the novel of the novel.

Afterwards, it all got
over us, until it destroyed us.

You never intended
to reveal that I was the author.

It's too late. If we uncover the truth
now, we will sound like big manipulators.

It was your idea. I accepted everything.
I followed you with my eyes closed.

You used me.
You are the manipulator.

You're the one who started.
You set me up, don't forget.

Do you think I'm going to stay silent?
That I'm just going to be a failed novelist?

Nothing to give a fuck.
I'll throw it all away.

You will be able to write lots of other books.

If you do that, I'm done.
It's my whole life, Fred.

Come on, come on.

Here.

You know all about
the Henri Pick mystery.

How do you see the future?

I dunno.

Over the course of chance, I imagine.

And you ?

Goodbye see you on Monday.
Have a nice week end.

You do it to me, eh?

- Ah, hello.
- Hello.

- Are you here to read?
- I feel like Chateaubriand.

It is Brittany.
The power of the elements.

- What are you reading?
- A rather extraordinary first novel.

- I heard about it.
- You knew that the author refuses any interview,

any meeting with the press.
It's still strange, isn't it?

It is true that there is something to wonder about.

An artist of this dimension with such promising talent
who would hide away like a hunted animal.

It’s mysterious.