Photo 1: Last Saturday, the camp, I managed to tear myself away from pain and misery in my book go for a long walk in the last rays of sun this afternoon. In this play of light and shadow, I also saw what I call a downtown hares!
Photo 2: Returning to the camp where waiting for me after this novel within me passionately, I sketched this picture of our camp as m 'appeared in this strange light on the other side of the "swamp", which could have illustrated the universe Jocelyn is also mine.
Photo 3: Before returning to devour other pages, I still had to feed my friends. This one, though high, takes the time to greet me before attacking his meal.
universe Jocelyne
Critics are ecstatic, and even Jean Fugere, writing in his column on the First Channel Radio-Canada lost for words, before declaring "Fabulous" the universe, history, scenery and characters of his latest novel. This kind of criticism does not usually influence me. Me is rather Jocelyne itself interests me, one I know and like a long time. But I'm still happy for her that her talent is finally recognized.
Our professional worlds have often crossed. Because Jocelyn has always earned his living other than in writing, no doubt, we are here in Quebec. With a natural affinity we felt both by dint of cross, we arrived often draw parallels with our personal universe resembled too. And our inexplicable desires to write, our foibles, our habits, we did not take himself seriously, neither one nor the other but we knew we shared this consuming passion, and this need that we sometimes marginalized. Jocelyne meet either at work, at the book fair, in any cultural event, by chance in a restaurant or grocery store, has always been a magical moment for me. That girl is a real!
She lives in a small village near here, Cléricy, but to do it faster, they say Rouyn-Noranda. Born in Acadia, she arrived in Abitibi very young and I recognize her from the same roots (or rather algae) in the same quest that all those who seek instinctively a lost country, a paradise flew, to find . Another case we have in common, always implicitly and that is not explained. His spouse is a woodsman, a sort of Crocodile Dundee in the boreal forest. She can not invent any of the authenticity of what she writes, despite his fertile imagination and his world so full of all the characters she embodies. Jocelyne, when she writes, does not create everything from nothing and that I know on good authority!
Upon publication of her first novel in 1996, I was conquered by your unique, intimate and personal that is his. Life as an image , published by XYZ, marked for me a discovery, a turning, an awakening. It is a book that I lived a long time.
In 2000, again at XYZ, she published The heirs of the mine a particular universe of mining town that is familiar with the life that takes place, the influence of any powerful, what is happening below the surface and in the lives and intrigues lived by his characters. A few years later, in 2006, still faithful to the same publishing house, she published Jane roads.
We see that Jocelyn took his time to write. We do not draw a flower for her to land faster. It publishes every five years, in addition to his passion for writing, she has a life too! So I waited a little anxiously as the last is expected to mail a letter from a friend. A hurry, I did not wait rouynorandien its launch, so I went straight to my favorite bookstore and order it because I had all copies had flown like hotcakes. A nice problem to Jocelyne and her publishing house that had to go into reprint, victims of their success!
It rained birds is the title of his fourth novel published in the first quarter 2011, Editions XYZ, by Jocelyne Saucier, a talented writer.
I can not find the words to speak accurately and in a detached way. So I start sentences like that on the fly, and I trust you, you always understand me usually ... This is a novel that I could not let go until the end and even after, he still with me, you understand? It's been a while since it had not happened. I was caught up, seduced, dependent, hanging, begging, a little more and it would become insane!
And the characters ... If true, if endearing, is known to like that, they are found everywhere here in the forest or in small shops in villages. They can be heard live, breathe and think, especially in their silences and looks that speak for themselves. Mine are different names but are called Jocelyn to her liking, it is his privilege as a novelist.
If freedom is so dear to your heart than mine, if you are a hermit's life and often tries fascinates you, if a bit of crime and folly sweet charm you know, if you like you to tell true stories need not be disguised or embellished to touch you, if nature means a healing balm on your wounds to the point of wanting to blend in it, if you talk about the resilience of abundance and humanity, if old age and death achalent you and you aspire to become more serene face of these normal stages of dying, if you still believe in the immeasurable power of human love, then go ahead, the library or bookstore, you could plunge with delight into the world of Jocelyne, where It was raining cats and birds.
Oh, I forgot to tell you ... I almost cried at least twice while reading it. It either, it had not happened since reading a small booklet borrowed from the school library Galinée, Matagami, when I was in fourth grade! I can not remember the name of the author, in that time, it mattered little, but this little book from the Library rose, and was headlined, asked a Mommy . I tried both this childhood memory since, if you knew, in all garage sales, bric a brac, used book stores, etc.. So I felt like the replay, with my adult eyes, to find the little girl I was. There are books you never forget. As childhood friends.
