Auteuil

Auteuil

L'été est triste pour le narrateur, un médecin trentenaire et célibataire, qui exerce du côté d'Auteuil. Irène, celle qu'il aime, voyage avec son mari. C'est la femme adultère, froide et raisonnée, qui se donne à date fixe, se reprend aussitôt. Est-ce qu'elle aime? Oui, à sa façon égocentrique. Pour se divertir, il convoite et possède sa voisine de palier (mal mariée), une patiente (veuve et frigide), une toute jeune fille aussi. Irène revient...
Avec l'écriture subtile et tremblée de Jean Freustié, ce scénario donne un superbe roman «amoraliste», un des plus réussis des années cinquante.
  • La petite vermillon (n° 2)
  • Paru le 10/11/1992
  • Genres : Littérature française - La Petite Vermillon
  • 224 pages - 110 x 175 mm
  • EAN : 9782710305354
  • ISBN : 2710305356

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Summer is sad for the narrator, a thirty-year-old and single doctor who practices in Auteuil. Irène, the woman he loves, travels with her husband. She is a cold and calculating adulteress who gives herself on a fixed date and immediately takes herself back. Does she love him? Yes, in her own egocentric way. For entertainment, he covets and possesses his next-door neighbor (unhappily married), one of his patients (a frigid widow) and a young girl. Irene returns...

With Jean Freustié’s subtle and shaky handwriting, this scenario provides us with a superb and amoral novel, one of the most successful of the nineteen fifties.

Jean Freustié (whose real name is Pierre Teurlay) was born October 3rd, 1914 in Libourne. He was raised in a wealthy family and his father was a wine merchant. He studied medicine at the Faculty of Medicine in Bordeaux and Algiers, was an intern at the Hôpitaux de Bordeaux (1936) later moving to Paris where he became an occupational health doctor in 1950.

With his first novel, Ne délivrer que sur ordonnance (La Table Ronde, 1952), he made his entry in the literary world. He spent time in the Procope café where he rubbed shoulders with the likes of Françoise Sagan, Bernard Frank, Jean-Louis Curtis, François Nourissier, Jacques Chardonne, Paul Morand, Cocteau or Ionesco.

He joined France Observateur as a literary critic in 1961 and received the Prix Roger-Nimier two years later for his novel La Passerelle (Grasset, 1963). At the same time, he worked as a literary critic for the Nouvel Observateur (1964) and became a literary adviser at Denoël. He received the Prix du roman de la Société des gens de lettres in 1969, the Prix Renaudot in 1970 for Isabelle ou l’arrière-saison, and contributed to the Dictionnaire des œuvres érotiques (Mercure de France, 1971) the following year. He died in 1983.

The writer Salim Jay dedicated a book to him, Jean Freustié, romancier de la sincérité (Le Rocher, 1998).

In 1987, Christiane Teurlay-Freustié, second wife of the writer, his friends Nicole and Frédéric Vitoux and the writer Bernard Frank, founded the Jean Freustié prize which celebrated its 25th anniversary in 2012.

“Elegant light-hearted gallantries in the Paris of the 50s? No, much more than that: a true love story that tells us that summer romances will never fill the absence of the beloved one.” Elle

It is always a mistake to think you can define the modern man as a man of his time: this one only complies with a few major attractions. What is modern often appears to us afterwards, when things in times gone by, and while wearing the same colors, continue to alert us today. By this yardstick, and twenty-five years after his death, reading Jean Freustié could be a lesson to some of our most contemporary figures, sometimes a little too anxious to melt into the froth.” Le Magazine des Livres

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« Auteuil, un élégant marivaudage dans le Paris des années 50 ? Non, bien plus que cela : une authentique love story qui nous dit que les amours d'été ne combleront jamais l'absence de l'être aimé. »

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