The last French Nobel novel Patrick Modiano, ‘chevreuse’, has just seen the light in Spain. Another variation on which this writer from the peripheral boulevards returns, identity: “He was used to living on a narrow border between reality and dream.” The protagonist, Jean Bosmans, tries to draw a part of his past, in which, as in Modiano’s life, there are shadows that never fade.
It is hard to imagine Modiano subscribing or justifying the resort to violence as a way of beingwho has hugged his colleague annie ernaux, the most recent Nobel Prize in French literature. In a stark and feverishly autobiographical style, Ernaux said of the ‘yellow vest’ revolt that it was neither nihilist nor reactionary, as many intellectuals dismissed that movement without a political label.
The malaise in the hexagon has smoked again, this time as a result of Nahel’s death a 17-year-old boy of North African origin at the hands of the police. Excessive police violence is part of the most dislocated of the French landscape, the ‘banlieus’, suburbs without horizon in which hatred of the police is rooted as the representative of a foreign State and a pretext for a revolution without political ends, but surely with foundations, even though fishermen of all stripes gather in that river of fire.
Movies like ‘The Miserables’, by Ladjly, It portrays with authenticity and anguish both the lives of those embraced by the title and that of the policemen, whom Pasolini recalled were more sons of the people than those of the bourgeoisie with a bad conscience that nurtured the Red Brigades.
Faced with the republican model of ‘manufacturing’ Frenchmen, which seems to be bankrupt, the American model and its multiculturalism were exhibited. But marginalization and inequality also take root and are felt in the metropolis of the United States. The fury of the forgotten, often black or Hispanic, is unleashed, especially when bouts of blind police violence plague them.
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Are they the flames and smoke of a new revolution or a pure nihilistic outburst that denies what Macron offers? Also a form of augmented reality of the hypocritical European policy regarding an essential immigration for our demographic decline, but that feeds a marine cemetery while paying mafias and governments from Rabat to Ankara so that those who flee and do not find a channel do not arrive. Who will get more profit from those flames and that smoke? Perhaps those who despise immigrants the most compared to the good French and the good Spaniards.