Patou ment. An engrenage dont il n'a pas pu s'extirper. Au départ une infime, il a cru voir un détail qui n'existait pas, une possibilité, une confiance dans une personne, une entreprise, un lien, un développement, des éléments qui se sont enchaînés.
Patou ment pour se protector. Le pays de nos mensonges is celui de notre liberté. Nous sommes le bon personnage, nous aimons qui nous voulons, nous tuons celui qui nous encombre. La jouissance du mensonge. La jouissance romantique, celle que je ressens en écrivant ou en lisant. There is also humiliation without retribution without revenge, and also desir without response.
Ou
Patou a une predisposition biologique à mentir. Mentir est la conséquence d'une augmentation de la matière blanche dans la partie orbi-frontale de son cerveau.
Ou
Patou is atteint d'un syndrome appeal fantastic pseudology. In psychiatry, this syndrome is described for the first time in the medical literature in 1891. It is defined as « a falsification entièrement disproportionnée à toute fin discernable qui peut être étendue et très compliquée, et peut se manifester sur une période d'années ou même d'une vie ». The individual has a strong sense of vérité, ignorant of the imagination of fantasies.
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Patou ment parce qu'il a part de ne pas pouvoir exister autrement.
Ou
Son père l'a detruit, Patou se detruit par le mensonge.
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Parce qu'il a part de ne pas pouvoir être aimé autrement.
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Patou imite ses parents who also remember the name of the train tickets, the ski forfeits. Mentir pour être comme eux. Mentir pour appartenir enfin à une famille unie. Les other things are exclusive, but there is no mention of it.
Ou
Patou ment parce que le réel est trop petit.
Ou
Pour s'inventer une place parce que la sienne est prize.
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Mentir parce que l'on a honte de ce que l'on vit et subit.
C'est ainsi que je mens. I also think about the reasons that precede it.
Patou is a diploma from a grande university, which rejoins the social class of children with lesquels il a été élevé. May be returned with Isabelle at home to help Karl and Anne-Marie, they will be employed with orders, they will have the goods, they will sell the clothes, and the water will go out.
Le mensonge pour échapper à soi. This is the person who is aiming at this, appartenir à la bonne classe sociale.
Ou
Patou accompagné son père à la Coop, Anne-Marie leur avait demandé the fries pour des tartes. Patou avait repéré de belles fries rouges et appétissantes, Karl l'avait engueulé et avait choisi les moins cheres. Il avait ressenti de la honte, quel radin, et avait pensé, quand ce sera à mon tour de diriger le Home, j'achèterai de meilleures fries.
In menton, de domestication vous devenez prince.
Colombe Schneck, Mensonges au paradis (Grasset, 2023).
Patou is lying. A spiral from which he could no longer escape. In the beginning, a tiny oversight; he believed he saw a detail that wasn't there, a possibility, a trust in a person, a company, a connection, a development—elements that intertwined.
Patou lies to protect himself. The land of our lies is the land of our freedom. We are the right person, we love whomever we want, we kill whoever stands in our way. The pleasure of lying. The romantic delight I feel when writing or reading. Here, no humiliation goes unpunished, no desire unanswered.
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Patou has a biological predisposition to lying. Lying is the result of an increase in white matter in the orbitofrontal part of his brain.
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Patou suffers from a syndrome called fantastic pseudologyIn psychiatry, this syndrome was first described in medical literature in 1891. It is defined as "a completely disproportionate falsification for any discernible purpose, which may be extensive and extremely complicated, and may manifest itself over a period of years or even a lifetime." The person may believe they are telling the truth without knowing that it is a figment of their imagination.
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Patou lies because he is afraid he cannot exist otherwise.
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His father destroyed him, Patou destroys himself through lies.
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Because he is afraid that he cannot be loved otherwise.
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Patou imitates his parents, who even lied about the number of train tickets and ski passes they had. They lied to be like them, to finally belong to a real, united family. The others are excluded because they don't lie.
Or
Patou lies because reality is too small.
Or
To invent a place because his own is occupied.
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Lying because one is ashamed of what one has experienced and suffered.
That's how I lie. But I can also lie for all the previous reasons.
Patou graduated from a prestigious university and rose to the same social class as the children he grew up with. But when he returns to the orphanage with Isabelle to help Karl and Anne-Marie, they are mere order-takers, peeling vegetables, sorting dirty laundry, and wiping the children's bottoms.
The lie to escape oneself. Finally being the person one would like to be, belonging to the right social class.
Or
Patou had accompanied his father to the Co-op, and Anne-Marie had asked them for apples for a cake. Patou had spotted some beautiful, appetizing red apples, but Karl had yelled at him and taken the cheaper ones. He had been ashamed of himself—what a cheapskate!—and thought, "When it's my turn to run the home, I'll buy better apples."
Lying can turn a servant into a prince. 1
This article is written in German and can be found at https://rentree.de. Automatic translations into English and French are available. English, French.
Notes- "From the age of six to twenty, I always spent my holidays at a children's home in a paradisiacal valley in Switzerland. A hard life, hours-long hikes in the mountains, punishments, French fries: I loved it all. The cabin was run by Karl and Anne-Marie Ammann with their children, Patou and Vava. They were my adoptive family while my parents were away. Thirty years later, I returned to the valley. I found it untouched. I started writing a book, hoping it would be as tender and pure as that past. And lo and behold, as I began this book, I learned that there had been lies in paradise. Patou was in prison for fraud; he had lied and stolen his whole life. His sister, Vava, my childhood friend, suffers from paranoid delusions. She is schizophrenic, no longer leaves the house, and spends all day on social media. I was stunned and began obsessively investigating. What had happened to them?" What happened? Why did they abandon reality to live in the land of lies? But answering these questions wasn't enough. To finally write the truth and have the strength to accept it, I had to look myself in the face. Why, though I had been so happy in that valley, had I never returned? I had to finish this book to admit my blindness. I, too, had lied. By examining the past of others, I was able to open my eyes to my own. I had to rewrite everything by accepting the sad side of my own childhood and the violent side of my adult life. Weren't my previous books fiction, even though I had the ambition to write the truth? If it takes "a heart of stone" to accept reality, then I was finally ready for it. (Translation of the publisher's announcement.)>>>
