Michel Drucker, Revote – Liberation

« If my mother was there, she would say : « Finally Libé! «  » In one sentence, forgetting that he has already had the honors of the lastMichel Drucker, 82, returns, as always, to his neuroses and his family background, the fixettes which he lugs from kid. «  »I need to be loved because during adolescence, I was considered the ugly duckling, stuck between my two brilliant brothers (Jean L’Enarch and Jacques the researcher doctor, editor’s note). From 12 to 21 years old, there is a vacuum, I did not give a damn. This is where we study, where we trace our furrow. I thought about my future when I started on TV ”he delivers quickly. The three boys must be held, their parents, Jews who arrived from Central Europe in the 1920s, place the bar very high. “We are a family of anxious. Like many parents of immigrants, my father wanted his children to be the best while shaving the walls ”, he says as a user manual. Anxiety, complexes, galloping hypochondria and an unalterable fever to speak of itself will no longer leave it.

While his two brothers sparkle at school, disgusted him with an emergency exit on TV still stammering from the 1960s. First, as a sports commentator, then as