« In an oppressive world, the foams offer the very concrete possibility of sweetness » – Liberation

Who has never burned out of envy, at the edge of a wood or a rocky path, to send waltz his bundles and to frolic barefoot on the tender foams, to ride there, lounging there? How to resist the attraction of these Lilliputian plants, which are among the oldest on earth? In Praise of Mousse (Rivages editions), published this week, the writer Olivier Liron shares his love for these beautiful unknowns on which the West barely opens their eyes and delivers some of their fabulous secrets. A book as learned as it is poetic, as deep as it is epoching, an invitation to contemplation, to a more sensitive and sensual approach to the world. More peaceful, too.

Where does your fascination for mosses come from?

Child, during walks near us, in the Fontainebleau forestI was lucky to be introduced to their beauty by my mother, ecologist and naturalist. We imagine them all green, but they present a thousand shades of this color and a deluge of other shades, some are yellow gold button, other red, zinzolin or turquoise … Their shapes evoke trees, stars or brushes. And then there is their infinite delicacy. With this book, I wanted to make the spokesperson for these plants if discreet