A sensitive portrait of one boy's travels from earliest consciousness
through his salad days in the countryside and onward by a "genius" of
"nuanced interior moments" (Los Angeles Times)
Fabre's ability to act as a "discreet megaphone of the man in the crowd"
(Elle Magazine) will take you by surprise and leave an immutable mark
on your heart.
Edgar loves nothing more than listening to the birds in the trees, the
squeaking of moles in nearby chalk quarries, the conversations trickling
out of the carpeted offices surrounding his favorite park in the suburbs
of Paris. He also listens to the hushed conversations of passersby,
strangers who whisper that he is "not all there." But what constitutes
the supposedly insufficient character of Edgar's interior life?
Dominique Fabre gives himself over to Edgar's way of seeing, his
sensitivity, his innocence and wisdom, his longings and perceptions, his
tentative interpolations into the social fabric of 1960s France, and in
each passage we find a stirring answer.