"A dark man. A woman collapses. A father is silent. A guard feels guilty. "Key phrase that sums up the novel where the writing incisive gives meaning to history. An old man, Cyril, lighthouse keeper, took refuge in the tower at sea, to forget Dew, the woman he loved, which she runs out of love in Senegal. A young couple, Clovis and Frida, sharing the solitary existence of Cyril. He is there to "automate" the lighthouse, she analyzes their love that seemed in jeopardy. There's also Armand, father of Clovis, who in his boat, makes roundtrips land to the ocean. Messenger attentive to the three protagonists. Early in the novel, Cyril, Frida and Clovis observed, wondering about their dreams crumbled. As time passes, more silence loses its consistency. We are seeing a crossover of gestures, thoughts, camera where the author is clever characters. Family and places. Ocean and geographical conditions. Giant boots to arrive in Senegal. Goree Island. Island where Cyril has damned his soul when he left a morning dew when nothing encouraged him to pursue a destiny which broke from himself. Against the walls of the lighthouse crashing waves always restarted, whereas old goalkeeper is listening, obsessive litany. Leitmotif detuned by the presence of Frida and Clovis, awkward, hiding behind the cracked walls of their conflicting feelings. Frida is a loving sensual skin shared with his partner to the body breathes a tender complicity. Clovis assumes exchanged their promises, do not deliver in question, not suspecting the despair into which his girlfriend get caught up. The author, in keen observer, portrayed with words heavy with meaning, the descent into hell each. If one day, Cyril received a bottle from the sea, call the rescue of Dew, Frida and Clovis launch theirs the old man who does not understand their actions difficult. Bottles of alcohol. Bottles thrown overboard sealing a piece of paper scribbled a few lines. Instead of a rendezvous where reconstruct the past in smithereens. Shards of glass mixed with sand. For larmes.Tessons injuring the heart and mind, suffocated under the weight of reminiscences. Frida, who has uncovered the secret of Cyril, drowns his sorrow, burning his failure in the history of the old man. Bottle illusion, which frame the misfortune of a woman in which she gazes.
In this camera intractable Sophie Bouchard tells us how difficult it is to fall in love its like him now head above water. If life is hell in this tower random - how to Sartre, is she not a pretext? - Life on land appears perdition, stifled by too much unused space. The narrowness of the lighthouse, its roundness high, allows everyone to measure its inability to tame the human condition. Moult bottles contain symbolic dreams denied, that Frida and Clovis learn at their expense. They will tame the storm inside that mine. Neither the maelstrom emerged from the ocean Clovis marrying a man of little faith in carnal love Frida offered him. Senegal, sail the bottles, ever, Cyril will receive. Pass in this country where the strength of the sun uses the best of oneself, Frida will travel to appointments set by Cyril Rose. Before, she will put together a list of "wonders and fantasies of a lifetime. "We are not sure if she will leave to continents populated oasis, to places accessible to reality without the dream.
Could we argue that the narrative contains primarily a story of poetic writing, punctuated with rage when Sophie Bouchard, hemmed between two chapters terse sentences, encapsulates the essence of calamity slashing men and women around the world? In this "memory dump" the memory of the facts illustrates the sordid adventures of Cyril inserted, Frida and Clovis. The protagonists are as dirty on stage - the sea, another dump - allowing the author to throw the global injustices that prevent it from breathing comfortably. We do not expect that the story "happy ending" would have been indecent. On top of the lighthouse, a swirling flame is commonly called hope, the last bottle isolated with one hand, Frida and Cyril wear like a torch, illuminating the graves of Clovis and aquatic Dew.
With great pleasure we read the original novel and invigorating, finding nothing, nowhere, goes unnoticed, or things that eventually coalesce into the water and land. We also read for his dense writing, style chiseled, clean, when it comes to raw emotions uncovered by both the smart thinking of Sophie Bouchard, distracted by his desire to spread a message buried in bottles of his furies muted by a talent efficiently. The
bottles, Sophie Bouchard
The Tribe, Saint-Fulgence, 2010, 194 pages
Dominique Blondeau - dominblondeau@yahoo.fr 
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