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" Un roman parfait, qui va rester dans toutes les mémoires. " Donald Ray Pollock
Après avoir quitté l'armée et l'horreur des champs de bataille du Moyen-Orient, Thad Broom revient dans son village natal des Appalaches. N'ayant nulle part où aller, il s'installe dans sa vieille caravane près de la maison de sa mère, April, qui lutte elle aussi contre de vieux démons. Là, il renoue avec son meilleur ami, Aiden McCall. Après la mort accidentelle de leur dealer, Thad et Aiden se retrouvent soudain avec une quantité de drogue et d'argent inespérée. Cadeau de Dieu ou du diable ?
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Là où les lumières se perdent (Sonatine Éditions, 2016), unanimement salué par la critique, David Joy nous livre un nouveau portrait saisissant et désenchanté de la région des Appalaches, d'un réalisme glaçant. Un pays bien loin du rêve américain, où il est devenu presque impossible d'échapper à son passé ou à son destin. Plus encore qu'un magnifique " rural noir ", c'est une véritable tragédie moderne, signée par l'un des plus grands écrivains de sa génération.
235 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 7, 2017
”He’d never drawn a line before, and maybe lines weren’t things that were consciously drawn. Maybe the line was there all along, deep inside, and no one knew exactly where it was until he was standing at the edge of it.”
”When he came down, his father laid Aiden on his back in the grass and tickled him until he couldn’t breathe. Aiden thought in the moment that a boy could die of laughter. He believed that a child could literally suffocate from happiness. These were things he had never thought of since. Feelings he had forgotten until right then.”
. . . “There were so many horrible things they had buried inside themselves, all of the memories that had come to govern their lives. He found himself wishing that he could have been the one to bear it all. He wished that he could have taken all of the bad in this world and piled it onto himself so that he would have been the one to ever know that kind of suffering.”