We are seven days of the official release. It's hot in Paris and the Seine, which brings freshness of the dock on the banks of Goldsmiths endlessly charier objects "corpses" of the music festival. All this against a background of fatigue, tension, expectation and early reviews, I've already talked yourself here yesterday.
Two of my colleagues know my troubles. They are those of the first time, those who bothered to read me and advise me in the utmost discretion. They are waiting for me on the porch of 36 and then with me Rue Mazarine, in one of our canteens. The Rue Mazarine, 6th arrondissement, the district publishers ... We are four, finally, around a fresh salad. We remade the world, we are talking criminal cases, inevitably, relations also change, we think of sitting waiting for me.
Two hours and fifteen minutes, the hour approaches, the time of addition as well. I forgot my backpack, stuck under a seat, my bag containing all coordinates columnists. I come home at 36 with my right hand man, one who pushes me to sell, break down doors. He pushed me to contact my publisher to give it coverage thriller. 3rd tier, you install an old cherry table before the light of the Crime Squad. 14h25, it's almost time. I half past one in front of me. One hour and thirty signatures. You descend a box that I put in a room nearby, and I eradicates five or six pounds. And go.
Ariane opens the ball. What a pleasure to see Ariane. Six years she bump the juvenile, at least two years I have not reviewed. Memories are discussed, future, I explain that there is a psycho like her in my fleece. A psychiatrist who plays an important role. I open the script, takes a Bic, and throws me into a writing uncertain, just like my killer. Behind her, I hear noises, sounds, discussions. I dare not raise their heads. But it lasts, all these people I seem to sense there for me. Me timid, should I accelerate the pace, I must face them. I note finally the head. The friendly chief of the association, who was an actor in another century, brought me an espresso on a tray, a glass of water and a piece of chocolate. Magnificent. I am my comfort. I recognize in the crowd of people of Judicial Identity, colleagues of the Archives, and others who are working at the wharf Gesvres, my former service. Colleagues from the Crim 'them, let the storm pass. they will come back later. Some vagbondent, handle the camera, chouffent girls came to visit me. Too cool, obviously. An hour of signatures already. People trust me, some to control others, nor weigh without opening the book, sometimes without even taking a look. A need I say more of an exchange by mail after reading other chapters I summarizes the first to put their mouth water. My running mate came as well. I offer him work. He whispered to me that the first lines of my story. As a reward - but I've always said no - I created a character in his image. 'm Not the character ...
Two hours now. I exceeded the agreed time but there is still the world. My boss, who saw his last hours before joining a new service approaches. His deputy has already passed. Then the owner of the BRB, invited by Frank, whom I nicknamed Mr "Public Relations". I fatigue, sudden-cons. My dedications are felt. I would find strong words, I'm just not. More. I finally found a parade and wished wholeheartedly to my interlocutor that the investigation I have developed is purely fictitious.
17.20, the last person. Meanwhile, I drank a second coffee offered by a colleague of my group. Meanwhile I discovered that a colleague was fond of thrillers and Ed McBain.
Sixty-five signatures in total. For many critics to come. That of François JULIEN, literary director at VSD, me more so: "... An estimated 500 million the number of Simenon's books sold worldwide. We wish Jordan also captain Crime Squad, to sell a thousand times less than the perfect immersion into the world of Simenon and 36 ... "
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