I’ve always been amazed that writers are honored. With painful constancy, the best authors agree to describe a world without hope, ravaged by misfortune, populated by people who are most often mediocre and sometimes downright evil. Happiness, virtue and love have no place in this world, they are not at home. they only appear as amazing, almost miraculous islands in the middle of an ocean of suffering, indifference and evil.
The worst thing is that the criminals themselves are very often sex-obsessed, sometimes child molesters, almost always alcoholics, sometimes users of other more dangerous drugs. For example, I have been a heavily addicted smoker for over forty years. If they need all that in order to sustain existence, it is because the vision of the world that they have, and that they try as best they can to share with us, is a vision of desolation and horror.
In these conditions…
Source: Le Figaro
