Rene by Laure Maugeais
Only 2 copies are left of this little sold out book
Rene, a name which is passed in my family. My parents gave it to me. The so named men, they all die young. I’ll be the only woman and the last person. My father, I knew him when he was in his thirty years, my age today. I let Rene come in my present, my current territory. Apparitions, in color. The documents affixed to the photographs offer a support in the real. Written prayers of his mother’s hands whispering a fear that something happens. He is sick, everyone knows, everyone keep silent. My memories emerge in shades of gray: this woman waiting for you, this car which you park, hidden, while you flee elsewhere.
In 6 months. He left. Everything changed. January 1991.