Do you go to the chalet and don’t know which book to read by the pool or by the lake?
I recommend one, essential that will allow you to better understand the crazy times we live in: The Seer of Etampesby Abel Quentin.
This novel, winner of the 2021 Prix de Flore (a prize created by writer Frédéric Beigbeder to reward brave young authors), tells the descent into hell of Jean Roscoff, a history professor who is in the process of writing the biography of a black man poet published.
Because he is white and has not emphasized the race of the poet in question in his biography, preferring to talk about his style (which is a crime of lese majeste for race-obsessed anti-racists), this intellectual is under attack from a group of militants woke up ruining his reputation and poisoning his life.
Abandoned by friends and colleagues who would rather save than defend him, and branded a racist on social media, the man sinks into the quicksand of political correctness.
We leave this book with a lump in our throat.
Victim of an infernal mechanism against which he can do nothing, Jean Roscoff, the book’s hero, is crushed, destroyed, torn to pieces by a band of little fachos who think they are the defenders of the oppressed, but in fact are real ones Rogue.
A full charge against the militants woke up turning our universities into re-education camps.
For the author Abel Quentin (who recalls Michel Houellebecq with his cynical humor and melancholy despair), the woke up are not political activists.
They are religious extremists blinded by their faith.
Leading a crusade against the infidels.
“That’s what scared Jean: the power of an unshakable conviction. This belief was nourished by narrow sectarianism and a morbid fascination with the figure of victim (a figure who knew no countervailing power, since the New Powers had elevated feeling to the highest value and suffering to the universal standard)…”
To Quentin, these warriors, willing to do anything to destroy their enemies, are actually oversensitive and whiny little rabbits.
“Never getting hurt had become our age’s obsession with whiny, sickly little things anxious to take over her emotional security, never, EVER to be confronted with a word that might hurt her sensibilities. »
ON THE GAME!
In his room The Witches of SalemWritten in 1953, American playwright Arthur Miller recounts how in 1692 Puritan pastors accused women of practicing witchcraft without evidence.
The Seer of Etampes is the modern version of Miller’s play.
It is the same witch hunt, the same puritanism, the same messianic sectarianism that turns every “infidel” into a culprit, a culprit who must be punished, sacrificed, and sacrificed on the altar of intellectual purity.
“It is the spirit of absolute seriousness against which nothing can be done, writes Abel Quentin. What can be done about people with religious beliefs? »
A creepy novel.