Striboule

Striboule is the third novel, published in 1995, of Plume Latraverse.

The intrigue

Once quite well informed on the origin, the relations family, the cerebral characteristics, the secret writings, the frantic practices, the bad inclinations, the obsessions, the friends and the enemies of Frederic Striboule, I was enfiin able to erect scaffolding all my trickery. Trickery or true story? The reader will slice, but it will certainly not be dépaysé while plogeant again in the universe to which Plume Latraverse accustomed us in its novel precedents: impressive gaery characters more rabelaisiens that the Large Master himself, good alive and good dying, free thinkers and free blotters; trompe-l'oeil, insane intrigues which telescope, squeaking humor, unusual word games… this novel is a true court of miraculés.

But Striboule is also a laughing reflection on the literature and those which attends it. Carry out the test at the time of your next coquetèles, question people around you on the truth and the forgery of the literary hors-d'oeuvres, and you will surprise yourselves to paraphrase Frederic Striboule: " By want too much to embellish, to want embaumer too much the stiff, one risks more reconniatre. It is necessary that the writing remains captive as of its doubts to be vivante."

As Camus will say it, later: " The myths do not have life by themselves. They wait until us them incarnions."

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