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(3.81) | 5 | From a particularly humiliating accident at scout camp, to the final stages of terminal illness, Daniel Pennac's warm, witty and heart-breaking novel shows the rise and fall of an ordinary man, told through his observations of his own body. It is with damp eyes (not to mention underpants) that our narrator begins his diary, seeking through it to come to terms with the demoralising quirks of his fleshy confines. Through the joys and horrors of puberty to the triumphs of adolescence, we grow to love him through every growth, leak and wound, as he finds himself developing muscles, falling in love, and then leaving school to join the French Resistance. Yet, as ever, this is only half the story. As years pass and hairs grey, everything he took for granted begins to turn against him. Tackling taboo topics with honesty and charm, Pennac's wit remains sharp even as everything else begins to sag. This is a hugely original story of the most relatable of unlikely love stories: a human, and the body that defines him.… (more) |
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Mon amie Lison – ma vieille, chère, irremplaçable et très exaspérante amie Lison – a l'art des cadeaux embarrassants, cette sculpture inachevée qui occupe les deux tiers de ma chambre, par exemple, ou les toiles qu'elle laisse à sécher pendant des mois dans mon couloir et ma salle à manger sous prétexte que son atelier est devenu trop petit. [...]  Le 3 août 2010
Ma chère Lison,
Te voilà revenue de mon enterrement, rentrée chez toi, tristounette forcément, mais Paris t’attend, tes amis, ton atelier, quelques toiles en souffrance, tes projets nombreux, dont celui de ton décor pour l’Opéra, tes fureurs politiques, l’avenir des jumelles, la vie, ta vie. [...] | |
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None ▾Book descriptions From a particularly humiliating accident at scout camp, to the final stages of terminal illness, Daniel Pennac's warm, witty and heart-breaking novel shows the rise and fall of an ordinary man, told through his observations of his own body. It is with damp eyes (not to mention underpants) that our narrator begins his diary, seeking through it to come to terms with the demoralising quirks of his fleshy confines. Through the joys and horrors of puberty to the triumphs of adolescence, we grow to love him through every growth, leak and wound, as he finds himself developing muscles, falling in love, and then leaving school to join the French Resistance. Yet, as ever, this is only half the story. As years pass and hairs grey, everything he took for granted begins to turn against him. Tackling taboo topics with honesty and charm, Pennac's wit remains sharp even as everything else begins to sag. This is a hugely original story of the most relatable of unlikely love stories: a human, and the body that defines him. ▾Library descriptions No library descriptions found. ▾LibraryThing members' description
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From a particularly humiliating accident at scout camp, to the final stages of terminal illness, Daniel Pennac's warm, witty and heart-breaking novel shows the rise and fall of an ordinary man, told through his observations of his own body.
It is with damp eyes (not to mention underpants) that our narrator begins his diary, seeking through it to come to terms with the demoralising quirks of his fleshy confines. Through the joys and horrors of puberty to the triumphs of adolescence, we grow to love him through every growth, leak and wound, as he finds himself developing muscles, falling in love, and then leaving school to join the French Resistance.
Yet, as ever, this is only half the story. As years pass and hairs grey, everything he took for granted begins to turn against him. Tackling taboo topics with honesty and charm, Pennac's wit remains sharp even as everything else begins to sag. This is a hugely original story of the most relatable of unlikely love stories: a human, and the body that defines him. | |
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But Pennac is less distanced from his hero than Townsend is, and so the book's more moving when the man ages. Towards the end, I cried; but can't tell why I reacted so strongly. The story is more than the sum of its parts. (