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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!

How about DNA research or carbon 14 dating, while we're at it?

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.

So , can I ask you what you thought?

- 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.

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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.

Where did you want me to hide the manuscript? In my panties?

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.