Just one day...

Antonin Moeri. Juste un jour

A simple scenario : a family makes the narrative of a common experience but every member according to what it saw, heard and felt.

"Il y a autre chose. Cette autre chose, c'est... J'ignore ce que c'est... Mais je sens que..."

Just one day... A revealing title. Once upon a time a family go to the mountain because they win the "Starligt" contest. But we guess that there is an illness within this family wich looks like whatever family seemingly. A funny book wich takes the shape of a report of session at the psychologist. It begins by a man who tells his fears, his doubts and his moods. Then goes the mother who doesn't bear any more the distracting of the father. A absent father, a father who stutters throughout the book. We listen the squabble of their both children, a girl and a boy who love each other but don't understand. Spreads little by little the individualities, the particular links which unite every member of the family. On grotesque backcloth a winter resort in full carnival with skiers disguised on slopes. It is the familiy Forminable (full name) and not tremendous. Nothing does without extraordinary in this book. All the art of the author is to use a classic weft to make a story of confidences, settled sous and love. The stroke of the pen of the writer is close to the automatic writing : Strewed reflections, digressions, illogical consequences and a crowd of anecdotes. It sometimes belongs to the reader to guess that speaks in this novel. A mental gymnastics which we acquire rather easily having got acquainted in the style of Moeri.

The stream of consciousness

A beautiful reflection on our man's condition in the skin of diverse characters. The complexity of the characters is visible: ambivalence of character, existential questions, changeable and unpredictable humors. Such a good thing to speak about oneself or rather just speak about everything and nothing. The word became one catharsis human in this book, the confession of the fault to be a man and not to assume it. It is almost a monologue because the interlocutor does'nt really count in the exchange. He is just the one who listen to the characters without intervening in the communication. I am here and I want to talk about my concerns and my sorrows which saps the existence. Several voices are made echos in this book. But whom does it address ? A journalist, a psychologist or a lawyer ? Antonin Moeri lets smooth the doubt till the end. A novel diverting for a reader been used to a logical progress of the speech. Unique!

"Ce n'est pas une tragédie ce que nous vivons, c'est une sinistre farce. Il ne te manque que les oreilles d'âne et le nez rouge."

Antonin Moeri, Juste un jour, 206 pages, 17 euros