Modiano. An almost insubstantial fact takes us back to that eternal search for a lost time that constitutes the scaffolding of his subtle literature
Bringing a book by Modiano back to these pages strikes me as a proposal to a faithful reader to ask him to search the archives of this newspaper or to remove the records of his memory in search of the last text left written and help me to continue with what was already said then, and, then, let’s pick up together that thread that
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