Valérie Valère

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Valérie Valère


Born
in Paris, France
November 01, 1961

Died
December 18, 1982

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Average rating: 3.55 · 605 ratings · 48 reviews · 13 distinct worksSimilar authors
Le Pavillon des enfants fous

3.50 avg rating — 405 ratings — published 1978 — 13 editions
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Diario de una anoréxica

3.54 avg rating — 125 ratings — published 1978 — 6 editions
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Malika: Ou, Un jour comme t...

3.70 avg rating — 47 ratings — published 1979 — 6 editions
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Laisse pleurer la pluie sur...

really liked it 4.00 avg rating — 21 ratings5 editions
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Obsession blanche

it was amazing 5.00 avg rating — 2 ratings4 editions
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Malika ou Un jour comme tou...

3.50 avg rating — 2 ratings — published 1979 — 3 editions
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ELEONORE

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El Pabellon De Los Ninos Locos

liked it 3.00 avg rating — 1 rating2 editions
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食べることをやめた子

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La station des desesperes o...

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“Je n'allume plus jamais ce poste recouvert d'un plastique jaune que l'on m'apporté avec une fausse magnanimité. J'ai trop peur de saisir cette voix chaude et tendre, trop peur de l'imaginer derrière les murs gris de cet hôpital sinistre.

[I will never again turn on this yellow plastic-covered radio that was given to me with fake generosity. I'm too afraid of encountering that warm, gentle voice, too afraid of imagining it behind the grey walls of this sinister hospital.]”
Valérie Valère, Le Pavillon des enfants fous

“Des gens en forme de clefs déambulent sans but, je ne saurai jamais trouver celle qui ouvrirait la bonne porte, d'ailleurs je ne sais même pas celle qu'il faut ouvrir.

[People in the shape of keys wander around aimlessly. I will never know how to find the one who opens the right door. Besides, I don't even know which one to open.]”
Valérie Valère, Le Pavillon des enfants fous

“Les souvenirs mal enfouis vous torturent et s'enfuient par votre bouche just lorsqu'ils ne devraient pas. Et viennent l'agressivité, la rancune, la douleur, toutes les choses punies de solitude et d'isolement car les gens en ont peur. Ils se sentent menacés et vous restez éternellement dans votre cellule et votre rancœur avec la lumière d'éspérance.

[Badly buried memories torture you and leak out of your mouth just when they shouldn't. Then comes the anger, the resentment, the pain, all the things punished by seclusion and isolation, because people are afraid of them. They feel threatened, and you remain forever in your prison cell and your bitterness, with a glimmer of hope]”
Valérie Valère