Vendredi ou les autres jours

Vendredi ou les autres joursBy Gilles Barraqu, illustrated by Hlne Rajcak. Seven days of complete stillness spent staring at bamboo shoots. Friday is stricken with an illness that is eating away at him, his eyes are wandering all over the place and his mood has plummeted. His damned beardo of Robinson may have cooked him a sunny thigh of crucru a creature as rare as a coffer of gold , Friday has refused to even open his mouth. Not even to play one of his famous oboe tunes. So,

By Gilles Barraqué, illustrated by Hélène Rajcak.

Seven days of complete stillness spent staring at bamboo shoots. Friday is stricken with an illness that is eating away at him, his eyes are wandering all over the place and his mood has plummeted. His damned beardo of Robinson may have cooked him a sunny thigh of crucru -a creature as rare as a coffer of gold-, Friday has refused to even open his mouth. Not even to play one of his famous oboe tunes. So, when the fluttering white sails of a ship appear on the horizon with the promise of taking them away from this forsaken rock, Robinson predicts a hell of a party...
With this cheerful pastiche of Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe, Gilles Barraqué invites us to share the tribulations of a Robinson hell-bent on not leaving his island! The winner of many a prize, illustrator Hélène Rajzac lends her quill to this story.

Un livre de Gilles Barraqué, illustré par Hélène Rajcak.
Collection Polynie, dirigée par Chloé Mary.

Sept jours d’immobilité totale à fixer des tiges de bambou. Vendredi est atteint d’un mal qui le ronge, les yeux dans le vague et le vague à l’âme. Son fichu barbu de Robinson lui a bien préparé une cuisse dorée de crucru, rare comme un coffre rempli d’or, Vendredi n’a pas daigné ouvrir la bouche. Pas même pour jouer un de ces fameux airs de flûte. C’est désormais une question de vie ou de mort pour ce bougre de sauvageon. Alors, quand les voiles blanches d’un navire battent à l’horizon, certainement pour les conduire loin de leur caillou perdu, Robinson pressent l’heure d’une sacrée récréation. Il ne s’agit plus de partir mais d’arriver. Et si finalement des cannibales débarquent, amicalement parés de colliers de molaires, Vendredi se bougera peut-être. Le monde ne sera pas perdu.

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132 pages. 14 x 19 cm.
Mai 2018.