{"id":1671,"date":"2014-01-16T17:59:01","date_gmt":"2014-01-16T16:59:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/?p=1671"},"modified":"2020-10-28T18:12:55","modified_gmt":"2020-10-28T17:12:55","slug":"le-pilon-un-roman-decapant-de-paul-desalmand-dont-le-narrateur-est-un-livre","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/?p=1671","title":{"rendered":"\u00ab\u00a0Le Pilon\u00a0\u00bb un roman d\u00e9capant de Paul Desalmand dont le narrateur est un livre !"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Patrick Cauvin, dans sa pr\u00e9face au roman de Desalmand, observe\u00a0: \u00ab\u00a0Plus que bien des essais, ce roman nous d\u00e9montre combien ils (les livres) existent pour nous, combien ils ont compt\u00e9 et compteront.\u00a0\u00bb Le narrateur de ce roman dont le titre a plus d\u2019un sens est un livre qui a plus de vingt ans et qui nous raconte ses p\u00e9r\u00e9grinations. Partant de ce point de vue inattendu, Desalmand se donne la libert\u00e9 de parler avec gr\u00e2ce et fantaisie du destin des livres et de notre destin en leur indispensable compagnie.<br>Nous avons rencontr\u00e9 Paul Desalmand dans son appartement sous les toits \u00e0 Montmartre dont les murs sont, qui en aurait dout\u00e9, des biblioth\u00e8ques&#8230;<br><strong><br>Edmond Morrel \u00e0 Montmartre, janvier 2014<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed-spotify wp-block-embed is-type-rich is-provider-spotify wp-embed-aspect-21-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Spotify Embed: &quot;Le Pilon&quot; un roman d\u00e9capant de Paul Desalmand dont le narrateur est un livre !\" width=\"100%\" height=\"232\" allowtransparency=\"true\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"encrypted-media\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed-podcast\/episode\/4SLJJrZrsR3fu7NrURSfi0\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Patrick Cauvin, dans sa pr\u00e9face au roman de Desalmand, observe\u00a0: \u00ab\u00a0Plus que bien des essais, ce roman nous d\u00e9montre combien&nbsp;[&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1672,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1671","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-essais","post-item clearfix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1671","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1671"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1671\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1673,"href":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1671\/revisions\/1673"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1672"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1671"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1671"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1671"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}