Finir en beauté

I gathered all the "life material" at my disposal between May 2010 and August 2013. I didn't always ask for the necessary authorizations. I didn't ask myself the question of limits, decency, modesty. I gathered what I could and rebuilt it. It all happened very quickly and without premeditation. This documentary fiction is arbitrarily rendered here in book form, in a chronological, more or less linear fashion. There's no suspense: at the end, we know that she dies and that her son is very, very sad. We also know that if I had to do it all over again, I'd probably act differently. I would have been an irreproachable son. Parents always ask themselves if they've been good parents. But have we been good kids? Have we been good kids? Have we been Olympic kids?