Le voile noir

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A black veil. The one that her father, a photographer, used to cover his camera to capture moments forever in his box. The one she had to wear too soon at the funeral of her young parents. Most importantly, the one that fell over her memory for endless years... Until the day Anny Duperey finally dares to open the drawer that holds the photographs of her childhood, marred by the tragically mundane domestic accident that took her parents. As she flips through the family album, she shares the anxiety she held back for so long, but also the love and joy of touching those beloved beings through the images they left behind and the words they inspired in her. Anny Duperey is moving. The years of silence allowed her to distance herself from sterile despair and complacency. Her testimony emerges as honest and fresh, despite the pain, reflecting her sentiment about dedicating this book to her parents: it seems an unnecessary and false gesture... Perhaps because, deep down, she resents them for disappearing so young, so beautiful, without the excuse of illness, almost by accident. It is unforgivable.