Patrice Franceschi, baroud in mood – Liberation

It has its uniform, leather and Camargue boots, even when it is received at the Elysée. He’s vintage, look Crocodile Dundee. Dry carcass, tattooed, protruding abs under the T-shirt, the hunter eye and the chat lapped by half a century of epics around the world. Patrice Franceschi alone is a trip. Four, menthol kisses, he is direct in his favorite bar in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. « O my soul does not aspire to immortal life but exhausts the field of possible »he warms up, citing Pindare, then Cervantes, Conrad and Kessel. The writer leaves Grasset, who publishes his Last struggle before dawnsingular odyssey in search of a chimerical sea. It’s short, misty, well below First person singulardistinguished in 2015 by the Goncourt de la Nouvelle Prize. But Patrice Franceschi has his audience, like Sylvain Tesson, whom he published in his early days. It gives conferences everywhere, including for companies anxious to offer executives its topos on team spirit and the taste for risk. He has another, hidden life, which leads him on the war fields, in the high security spheres, to the Elysée where he is listened to. “But I am wary of politicians. I largely prefer the company of Papua or Indians. ”

He is told that he does not understand anything about his existence. He laughs, loose « It’s normal ». His fellow travelers attest to his sincerity. Bernard Kouchner knew him young volume