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Life in the Court of Matane

Life in the Court of Matane

“It was there, just at the bottom of the eighth beer, that we would start to lose him. He would begin to lift up off the ground, rising ever higher, ever further, until we needed a telescope to watch him ascend into the sky.”

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Eric Dupont, a Profile

Eric Dupont, a Profile

“Life is made up of conflict, pleasure, harmony, and dissonance. The same elements are found in music, art, and the novels of Eric Dupont.”

PETINF14-QuebecReads-Favicon-32x32Profile by Mélanie Vincelette
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Eric Dupont, a Self-Portrait

Eric Dupont, a Self-Portrait

“Books have always accompanied me. Even in an education system that had declared war on literature, I managed, with the help of a few high-school librarians, to satisfy my appetite for reading. Bless them.”

PETINF14-QuebecReads-Favicon-32x32Self-portrait by Eric Dupont
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La femme qui fuit

La femme qui fuit

This exquisite novel is a tribute to beauty, to creation, to life itself. Vulnerable and magnificent and heartfelt, all at once. *Winner of the 2016 Prix des libraires award from the booksellers of Quebec*

PETINF14-QuebecReads-Favicon-32x32Review by Peter McCambridge
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Life in the Court of Matane

Life in the Court of Matane

Throughout, Dupont is aware of the transformational power of literature and his own brand of writing is more powerful than most. We do not leave this world of his making unscathed.

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La Fiancée américaine

La Fiancée américaine

La Fiancée américaine (The American fiancée) is an epic, a playful, quirky family saga that takes in all of the 20th century, from parochial Rivière-du-Loup to Dachau, post-GDR Berlin, New York City, Rome, and Japan. It has been favourably compared to Thomas Mann’s Buddenbrooks, and Dupont himself to John Irving and Gabriel Garcia Marquez. High praise indeed. Read on to find out why.

PETINF14-QuebecReads-Favicon-32x32Review by Peter McCambridge
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Un vélo dans la tête

Un vélo dans la tête

“We leave Loreto in a cumulus of dust. Me up front. I pedal and turn around sometimes, out of habit. Usually I like looking at the invisible trail I leave behind on the roads. But this time I turn around. And I see Sam.”

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Un vélo dans la tête

Un vélo dans la tête

More than a straightforward travelogue, Un vélo dans la tête is exquisite, so good you could stick a pin in it and come up with a paragraph to remember, a turn of phrase that rolls around memorably in the mouth before bringing a smile to your lips.

PETINF14-QuebecReads-Favicon-32x32Review by Peter McCambridge
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La Fiancée américaine

La Fiancée américaine

On September 1, 1939, a huge ass rose on the German horizon. Like a star, it climbed high into a sky normally filled with pale moons, patches of fog, and the occasional harmless witch. Once it was nice and high in the sky, it began to shit, Kapriel. In your country, it snows. Well here, it shits. Brown sticky, stinking flakes of it began to fall lazily to the ground. They fell on people, on cars, on the Olympic Stadium… First across Germany, then across the rest of Europe. At the start, we managed to shovel away the shit that was falling, but soon it was up to our knees, then our waists. It shat for six years. Even today, we’re still shoveling away the shit that began to fall that day. What? You thought it had been shitting for a long time before that in Germany? Yes, but it only began to stink on September 1, 1939. You know the rest.

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