He often portrayed himself, lightly disguised, as the Bukowski character, desperate, alcoholic, and abandoned. The man we find with his hair coiffed and clean-shaven does not adhere to the decrepit image that his novels created for Pierre Méro. He had long been amused by this contrasting effect: ” When mammals [Flammarion, 2003] appeared, journalists expected to encounter a shipwreck. But I came back from vacation, tanned and in good shape.he jokes. The novel deploys a pessimistic vision of the world, screaming cynicism, with Uncle, his misogynistic nature, which qualifies women at the age of forty as “cellulite” and from “bitches”.
Almost twenty years later, Go, forget and be happy, his tenth book, breaks that dark vein: it celebrates love in the sixties and celebrates the body and mind of a mature woman. Would Pierre Méro keep a low profile at a time when a new generation of feminism is struggling with manifestations of male dominance? A question may arise. Especially since the author shows that he is working on a series mammals or, more precisely, “stumble upon this novel”, and not having managed to pick up the tone. Meanwhile, this love correspondence appears, made up of genuine messages. “These letters, I didn’t find them interestinghe explains, with his constant belittling of everything. This is Veronique Ovalde [éditrice chez Albin Michel] who convinced me to publish them. She found them beautiful. » Pierre Méro, however, has a warm personality, delights as well as disappointments, successes as well as failures, always expressed somewhat reservedly. Returning to the hypothetical continuation mammalshe fatalistically concludes: “If I manage to finish, I will have problems, that’s for sure. » It won’t be the first time. All the darkness in the world (Flammarion, 2013), a novel accepted but rejected by Gallimard and Stock, in which a bitter and nostalgic teacher turned to the far right, was at the center of controversy even before its release.
The novelist comes to life when he talks about the Pigalle district where he lives and about which he has detailed the nightlife and bars where tourists, locals and outcasts meet. He also arranges a meeting at the Alba Opéra Hotel, which is also one of the places where fans of his new novel meet.
“I have always written well”
This area, Pierre Meurault was born there, on the Rue des Martyrs. He grew up there, on the Rue Maubeuge, the last of three siblings, between a high-ranking official father and a panting housewife. “Coated”he, however, very quickly feels himself “black sheep” from a family and is struggling to find his place among his brothers, one of whom, normalien, will become an art critic, and the other a psychiatrist. “They have already achieved the lofty ambitions of my parents. My future probably mattered less.”, he analyzes. Enrolled in the Lyceum of Henry IV in the first class, he allows himself to live. His literary tastes became clear – Chateaubriand, Kafka, Faulkner, Bataille, Grak or Michel Tournier – as well as his writing vocation. At 17, he wrote his first detective-style novel: “I have always written well”, it minimizes. And reduce your future calling to a simple cause-and-effect relationship: “The school system of that time, due to the importance it attached to literary culture and writing, was a factory for authors. » He joined Sciences Po without conviction to please his parents. Shy, already preoccupied, he starts drinking “run away from reality” and for “to give courage to girls”.
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