I have the impression of making the most difficult book review of my career, a relatively young agreement. First, because it is events in which I actively participated, the events of October 1970. And secondly, because this work with strong autobiographical character is written by a friend, Robert Comeau.
Of course, this book has a great value. It is a narrative of facts, told by someone who lived through some events, not all, I said. Robert Comeau, as he said himself in self-accusing, was part of a communication unit responsible to send press releases out to the right, and write on command on the occasion. We can easily say that it has played a secondary role, this being said without any contempt for its participation.
Where the shoe pinches, it is when he is the peddler of hearsay and rumours. And he does not hesitate to mention the names of the persons who would, according to him (or according to some sources police) participated in the illegal actions so that such persons were never indicted. It is a dangerous game, which can have serious consequences, since we all know that there is no period of limitation in the criminal Code of canada. Robert Comeau is self-accused voluntarily is one thing, but that he cites names of people innocent until the contrary is proved is another thing, and this is highly reprehensible. For what purpose is it, is it right to ask ? By simple vanity, to show that he is in the secret of the gods ? Yet, he says indeed : “I must exercise caution, being subject to the constraints imposed by the fact that there has been no amnesty in respect of the period on which I write, and that there is no provision of law nullifying the penal consequences of offences related to the Law on war measures. “Such behavior is inexcusable, according to me.
The cell Information Viger, to which belonged Comeau was the weakest link in the chain that allowed the two main cells, Libération and Chénier, to keep their water resistance. It was so hard on it with the arrival at the scene of Carole Devault, an agent, a double and disorder to the balance of the Service de police de la ville de Montréal (SPVM). She has attempted on several occasions to extract information to Comeau, to bribe, to seduce, to lead them into false revolutionary actions. Between the two mea culpa, Comeau has finally agreed to have committed “serious carelessness” with her, among others, by revealing in advance the content of a press release of the FLQ not yet released. Sorry !
What role is played in this whole process Nigel Hamer, who was involved in the kidnapping of the british consul, who knew of the place where the diplomat was kidnapped ? But even more disturbing, what role is played by François Séguin, a very close friend of Comeau and a member of the cell Information Viger from the fall ? Séguin would become a police informant two years later, and he spied Comeau until 1979 when there was little to spy on, Comeau being a refugee in the united maoist In Struggle ! Is this true ? If this is the case, what would have motivated him to turn his jacket to the edge, while the FLQ was dead ? On June 24, 1970, a car packed with explosives jumped in front of the ministry of Defence in Ottawa, killing an employee. Who organized this attack, allegedly claimed by the FLQ ? Is there a link between this attack and the entry into service of Séguin at the SPVM ? That means Comeau when he wonders about the motivations of the informant Séguin : “I have come to think that perhaps he had agreed to become an informant to avoid being sentenced to a lengthy prison sentence” ?
At the end of his narrative, Comeau puts the record straight in regards to the rantings and other ramblings of the writer Louis Hamelin. Then he tries to unravel the mystery of the murder of the activist François Mario Bachand in Paris, in the spring of 1971, without too much to get there.
In short, an interesting book, but leaves hope for a true history of the FLQ, as well as of the events of October 1970.
All of us have experienced, at one time or another, the obsession of something. For some, it is the cleanliness, and for others, it is the turn of size, or the vertigo of the void, etc, One always wants to be swallowed by a beast informs that we will remove it. This can be a dark cave, or better yet a book-refuge. Bernier made a call to some authors, including Samuel Beckett, Kafka, Jacques Brault, to elucidate this question of life or death. “The book is a skin, a film, a flexible container, living. The language, like a knit, neither too tense nor too loose. “Just to let down his resistance and follow the wave of words.
A little margin : Houellebecq poet
Olivier Parenteau, Éditions Nota bene
We are very familiar with Michel Houellebecq as a novelist to success, but very few Houellebecq poet. Parenteau tells the story of how he let himself be seduced by the first verse, an alexandrian, a book of poetry — The pursuit of happiness — of Houellebecq discovered by chance in a second-hand bookstore : “first Of all, I’ve stumbled into a freezer. He loves the side that is humble and without pretension of this poetry. “In fact, if these poems affect me, it is because they are simply stunning sincerity,” he says. In less than a hundred pages, Parenteau managed to convince us to plunge in the poetic work of Houellebecq.
Brigitte Happen, Editions Bayard
It could be called ” The ten days that ébranlèrent Anya “, the protagonist of this novel as light as a smell of soap Irish Spring. Input of game, one is immersed in Quebec in the seventies, when there were very few divorces, homosexuality was taboo and ‘ that almost everyone was smoking the cigarette.” The music and the modes are related to it, were what distinguished the youth. “We were the music that we listen to. “Ten days, this is the time that will Anya and her father to return from Vancouver to Montreal in the truck, just in time for back to school and find friends. Hello nostalgia.