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Banana Pancakes, Jack Johnson 

en V.F. chez GAllmeister : ICI

At the grocery I told the guy in the white apron that I wanted oranges, boxes of them. He rounded up a couple of baggers and we filled the back of my little wagon. Cheap as they were, I was still about cleaned out at the cash register.

The man in the apron wanted to know what I was planning to do with all those oranges. "You can't freeze them," he told me. 

"I know," I said.

"Making marmalade?" he wanted to know.

"No," I said, "that's been done before."

"Well what are you going to do then?"

I smiled at him, sweet, and said, "None of your beeswax." Tommy giggled.

Riding home, the three of us cramped in the front seat, the whole car filled with the smell of those oranges. It smelled like a vacation, like Florida or something, and the kids were excited and laughing all the way.

I rumpled up Tommy's hair. "Running away!" I said. "Where'd you ever get an idea like that?" But he was embarrassed about that now and wouldn't say a word. He just pretended he didn't know what I was talking about. I never once thought of running away. But now the idea was there - foreign, but bright kind of, and shiny, like that of the smell of all those oranges, and I knew it wouldn't get away.

reading Dry Rain, Pete Fromm (Chinook, trad. Marc Amfreville, Éd. Gallmeister) - more later

celine

On The Road Again, Willie Nelson
Anna Valenn / VO

Celine Watkins was a private eye. It was an odd vocation for someone in the Social Register who had grown up partly in Paris, partly in New York. She may have been the only PI on earth whose father had been a partner at Morgan's in France during the war. The only working PI who had come to New York city when she was seven and attended the Brearley School for girls on the Upper East Side, and then Sarah Lawrence. Where she studied art, and at twenty-one spent a year back in Paris, where she apprenticed with an expressionist and was proposed to by a duke. 

Reading  Celine by Peter Heller was fun (more later - when  published in France, translated by Céline Leroy)

"What good is a gun if you don't load it, Pete? Heavens."

and it made me feel good again (the wrong case / fausse piste) +1

Sunny Afternoon, The Kinks

Anna Valenn aime les +1ers romans / VO

"You don't feel betrayed? You can forgive everything? Marry in love and live happily ever after?" she asked.

"Lady, I'm more interested in being forgiven myself and having a soft place to lay my head," I answered, and it made me feel good again, feel like things would work out. "That's all."

from The Wrong Case, a detective story by James Crumley / Fausse piste, nouvelle traduction de Jacques Mailhos illustrations Chabouté - éditions Gallmeister. - whewww... 

more later

l'accordeur de silences

# tu es fou!...

photo de groupe au bord du fleuve

Solid As A Rock, The Ethiopians # Books Love & Music

"Puisque nous sommes organisées maintenant, je propose que, jusqu'à la fin de notre mouvement, nous partagions toutes notre nourriture." C'est Mama Moyalo qui parle, "Demain, que chacune apporte ce qu'elle peut, des fruits, de la viande, du poisson, tout ce que l'estomac peut accepter et nous mangerons ensemble. Que celles qui n'auront rien trouvé ne se gênent pas, elles peuvent apporter de l'eau à boire que nous partagerons toutes." Les "Oui", les "Très bonne idée", les "Je suis cent pour cent d'accord" fusent de partout. Tu trouves toi aussi que l'idée est très bonne.

Enfin chacune retourne à son tas de pierres invendu, range ses choses comme elle le fait d'habitude avant de prendre le chemin de son gîte avec le vague pressentiment que demain sera peut-être un jour différent, un jour qui ne s'était jamais levé auparavant.

Photo de groupe au bord du fleuve, Emmanuel DONGALA (Actes Sud / Babel) - lecture en cours