{"id":9872,"date":"2005-04-12T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-11T22:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:53809\/?p=9872"},"modified":"2005-04-12T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2005-04-11T22:00:00","slug":"le-depart-nimrod","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/?p=9872","title":{"rendered":"LE D\u00c9PART &#8211; Nimrod"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>ART SUD &#8211;<\/strong>&nbsp;Num&eacute;ro 49<br \/><em>2&egrave;me Trimestre 2005<br \/><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"line-height: 12px;\">&nbsp;<\/span><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;\">Histoire autobiographique d&rsquo;une longue initiation qui le conduira &agrave; devenir un homme de lettre, le r&eacute;cit de Nimrod nous attire sur les traces d&rsquo;un enfant du Tchad. Un traqueur d&rsquo;horizon, habit&eacute; par un d&eacute;sir, commun &agrave; tous les gosses, la compr&eacute;hension de cet univers parall&egrave;le qui frotte son flanc rugueux &agrave; celui de l&rsquo;enfance&hellip; L&rsquo;univers des adultes. Otage consentant d&rsquo;une qu&ecirc;te &eacute;perdue, il analyse avec lucidit&eacute;, mais surtout avec toute la po&eacute;sie d&rsquo;un gamin de huit ans, les &eacute;l&eacute;ments &eacute;pars qui,<span style=\"mso-spacerun: yes;\">&nbsp; <\/span>&agrave; l&rsquo;adolescence,<span style=\"mso-spacerun: yes;\">&nbsp; <\/span>le conduiront dans le monde du savoir et feront de lui un homme de lettres. Les d&eacute;m&eacute;nagements, changement de quartier, de ville, de pays, la mort d&rsquo;une s&oelig;ur, la souffrance d&rsquo;un amour trop faible pour r&eacute;sister aux r&eacute;alit&eacute;s cruelles d&rsquo;une nation qui bascule dans la guerre civile (&Eacute;meutes de Ndjam&eacute;na), comme la complicit&eacute; qui le lie a ses copains et &agrave; sa petite s&oelig;ur, autant de joie et d&rsquo;&eacute;preuves qui le conduiront vers la libert&eacute; et l&rsquo;autonomie. Il quitte son territoire, &agrave; la recherche de son p&egrave;re absent. Il sera un exil&eacute;&hellip; Mais le pire des exils n&rsquo;est-il pas de laisser son enfance derri&egrave;re soit avec ce go&ucirc;t d&rsquo;inachev&eacute; qui gouverne toute chose ?<\/span><\/p>\n<p> <!--StartFragment--><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black; letter-spacing: .05pt; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-fareast-language: FR;\">&nbsp;<\/span><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"line-height: 12px;\"><em><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: Verdana; line-height: normal; font-size: 8px;\">Jean-Claude Di Ruocco<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote style=\"background-color: #e0e0e0; opacity: 0.8; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 15px; margin: 20px;\">\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; vertical-align: middle;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: Verdana; line-height: normal;\">102 pages &#8211;&nbsp;<strong>Actes Sud<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8211; 12 euros<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>ART SUD &#8211;&nbsp;Num&eacute;ro 492&egrave;me Trimestre 2005 &nbsp;Histoire autobiographique d&rsquo;une longue initiation qui le conduira &agrave; devenir un homme de lettre, le r&eacute;cit de Nimrod nous attire sur les traces d&rsquo;un enfant du Tchad. Un traqueur d&rsquo;horizon, habit&eacute; par un d&eacute;sir, commun &agrave; tous les gosses, la compr&eacute;hension de cet univers parall&egrave;le qui frotte son flanc&hellip;&nbsp;<a href=\"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/?p=9872\" class=\"\" rel=\"bookmark\">Lire la suite &raquo;<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">LE D\u00c9PART &#8211; Nimrod<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10194,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"neve_meta_sidebar":"","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"","neve_meta_content_width":0,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9872","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-chroniques"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9872","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9872"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9872\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10194"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9872"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9872"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9872"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}