Marie Demers is back to self-imagination these days. Not half, but completely with both feet. In a novel without a filter, and certainly immodest, she promises to write what she does not want to say at all. In doing so, she spares no one and hurts many people in the process, starting with… herself.
“Is it true that I would have preferred to interview Dominique Tardif?” We have not yet sat down to talk about him Embezzlement, published this week by Hurtubise—an “I” story in which, over 300 pages, she directly addresses all the small, large, and medium-sized “traumas” in her life—and in which Marie Demers asks that question. It gives you an idea of the character’s spontaneity and clumsiness, to say the least. We can’t blame the author Love disorders And the’Between two Let’s say its lack of originality.
It must be said that she thrives in this search for truth, at the origin of her autofiction, in which we search in vain for the fictional part, because she gives so many details about well-known facts (her mother here, interviewed in Journalism There, she even goes back to an episode of the #AgressionNonDdonné movement where her name was circulated). We will come back to this.
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with embezzlement, Marie Demers pushes the boundaries of self-imagination.
I wanted to write the truth about myself, the ugly, the beautiful, the complex, the strange, to paint a picture of the human being, this being who is also a symptom of the world.
Mary Demers, author
Autofiction or autobiography then? Once our slight annoyance dissipates, the author generously answers our questions: “The charter of autobiography means searching for a truth that I think is impossible, but to which we can approach.”
Hence his suggestion, both brave and suicidal, which pushes the boundaries of self-imagination so far, thank you, especially with this choice not to use any fictitious name. You read correctly. This is intentional: “I am putting myself in danger. Why would I protect people who I thought didn’t protect me? she said with another confusing statement.
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Reading about his adventures, whether in his childhood chalet, or on a surfing trip down south, through several romantic relationships that are as short as they are meandering, we end up wondering if that’s not what anime is about: putting yourself in danger. “Yes,” she admits, “at the same time, while writing, I had the impression that something was saving me as well.”
My tragedy was not feeling like seeing my mother. […] But if you want to be seen, you really have to be seen.
Mary Demers
That’s why she reveals herself, we understand, through this story that is as endearing as it is confusing, which begins with her “flaws” (that’s the name of the chapter) and her “perfect”, somewhat conflicted, relationship with her father. With her mother, author Dominique Demers (whom she never gives name, but quotes widely). “In a novel about yourself, if you don’t talk about your childhood, there’s something missing,” she says, aware that her mother (her father died when she was 21) is at risk of “infection.” She adds: “I also feel a lot of empathy. I feel cared for, but I can’t deny our relationship either!”
A little narcissistic, as an exercise, dare we? “If this were a narcissistic exercise, I would present an ideal vision of myself. However, I did not emerge unscathed! “, she answers subtly.
Here we cannot ignore his separation from this toxic professional relationship for which he was publicly criticized a few years ago, in the wake of the #No_Condemn_Aggression movement in the literary world. “It’s sad that it seems like a score-settling, but it has no choice but to make it seem that way,” she said. […] I wanted to know that I had to donate tortillas… » We also ask you to ask questions about the limits on the content and poor content, public and public communication, and now come to Marie Demers if she does not have to worry about it, Clear. However: “I would not have found the same truth if I had changed the names,” she insists.
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“Why would I protect people who I thought didn’t protect me?” asks Marie Demers.
By putting names […]I have a responsibility to present this in the most honest way possible.
Mary Demers, author
She couldn’t help but talk about it, especially since this latest case had brought her into the deepest depths, including dark thoughts. “Literature is what has always saved me. […] It’s the only place I thought I belonged. And there, I no longer have it. » Now, by tackling her past head-on, and telling her version of the facts, as “honestly” as possible, she says, “I have reclaimed my place. Otherwise it would be a diversion. But this book is a diversionary chase!”
we are here. However, while we believe that she has lived through enough abandonment, aggression, and crises of various kinds, the author concludes her book with a final, but not the last, twisted episode. We won’t tell you everything, but since nothing is simple, and the truth can only be complicated, Marie Demers adds a layer: “If it weren’t for my psychiatrist, I wouldn’t have succeeded.” [à écrire ce livre]. […] There, I’m fine […]But I’m sure I’m afraid this novel will ruin my life. At the same time, in order to find that balance, I had to write it. It’s a paradox: what saves me is what kills me…
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