Marie Ndiaye. “When you have never received anything in childhood, no love, nothing, it’s hard to pass.”

In his new book, Bon Denis:Marie Ndiaye fantasizes as much as she respects her parents more than four texts that sometimes fall into fiction, sometimes non-artistic. He is prone to the magnificent figure of Bon Dennis. Who does a lot about the good God to think about Satan, and who, as an adoptive Father who disappeared in the first part, is also suddenly that he who received “Gonkur”? Three powerful women embrace this literary composition, which is scattered with photos.

MEDIME FIGARO A number – Why you want to publish this text in the properties and portrait collection, where yours is Self with green color ?
Marie Ndiaye. – While I reached the end of the book I had a feeling that we were more in history than in the novel, and where I love, and where I love. Bon Denis: is a patchwork. There are four parts. The first and fourth are the second, and the second is not the third, and the four texts are connected to a kind of ghost presence, which never encounters “good deence”, his father, his father. I liked these words “Good Dennis”, and then I had been writing to the concept of kindness for a few years. I wrote more often on “badness” and there I wanted to work on the concept of idea, kindness, even if the book does not have to make it necessary …

The third part appeared separately, a few years ago, in the collective collection. Why did you take back?
I first wrote the first part and then thought of this text that was previously published Writers are implemented – A collection of “GalliMard” house writers, whose profits were donated to Sos Méditerranée. It seemed to me that I was able to part Bon Denis:A number I don’t remember the exact conditions of the originally offered subject, but it refers to immigration, and it seemed clear to me that I had written on him. I was forced to think that I had told myself that if he was a French man, I would be able to understand his failure and his father from a little boy’s childhood and his father. But because my father was from another culture than mine, and a culture I knew badly, I did not have the same reflexes to have become in his bitterness.

What was his career, accurate?
He was born in the village near Senegalese Saint-Louis in the early 1930s. His mother, with the oppressed children, gave it to one of his sisters, which could not have. But instead of becoming the beloved child of this woman, which was also aunt, she was a scapegoat. A striker, who considered the boy’s son, abused, hungry, beaten. I don’t know what miraculously he was able to go to a small school where he was noticed by his teacher who succeeded, I didn’t know how to bring him to college in Thakar. Thanks to this school, he went to college in high school, he spent the bachelor’s degree. Reached, he had a scholarship to study engineering in Paris. He settled in a student residence where he met my mother. They married and they had my brother and mine.

But he left the house when you were very young. Was this book not born in this part? The desire to succeed and desire to forgive him maybe.
My story is special because, in general, we have something to do with his father’s life. This is not my job. My mother lifted us alone, and I was very young when my father left to maintain his minor memory. I don’t think it’s forgiveness. The situation may vary if there were there in the first years of my life, and if he had been torn, and if I could feel pain. On the other hand, I wanted to lend to a man who had a strange journey due to his courage, his talent, his intelligence, and I had not recently been able to worsen and become an important man. He couldn’t do everything. None of us can. And the efforts that demanded him demanded misfortune may absorb all his energy, all his ability. Because when you have never received anything in childhood, no love, nothing, it’s hard to pass. This book is not a way to forgive, because the injury, if one was, was closed for a long time, but it is possible that it is not a way to make peace.

My mother ate her hunger while my father often had an empty stomach

Marie ndiaye

In the second part you cross two childhood. Your father and your mother you put parallel. What was your purpose?
Despite the IRUS of different worlds and cultures, if only because of geography. My mother is one of the tops. Both felt childhood and youth. They came from very poor origins and had to make a lot of effort to be able to study. My mother is the only one in her family to go to high school, to have a bachelor’s degree to go to university. Both were able to build another destiny than what they promised them at birth. My mother’s sisters married early, and while they were good, gifted women, they did not study. They found them to work by making households. In fact, they did not imagine any other possible existence, they did not ask themselves. I recently learned that my mother must pass the primary school. So his story is not unexpected with my father, even if he was less painful. Maternal grandmothers were there, and then he ate his hunger.

These two parts take a special form based on recovery, recovery, to refrain, which opposes it, more classicly romantic, two devices around them …
This is due to decency, respecting their relevant stories, from which I do not know everything, because I only have writings that I can’t afford to tell me. I have never had a diary, I never write anything to me but I wanted to make their lives known. Was writing this book a way to respect them.

Good Dennis, De Marie Ndiaye, Ed. Mercure de France, 136 pages: 18.50 euros.