“In the hundreds of missing pages of the book, I blame my brother. To send me back to the land of the dead and of lovelessness. I want the world, this trick played. Calling on Annie Ernaux and Marie Uguay, Marisol Drouin (I don’t know how to think about my death2017) signs an autofiction story where she expresses the insurmountable pain of having lost her twin brother to whom she never revealed that she was “busy trapping him with [elle] in a book”. Marrying the shattered thoughts of the narrator, eaten away by guilt at having survived the disease, revolted by the hope of recovery from the brother she was dangled, twin twin recalls, by its lyricism and its fragmented form, a poetic tomb where the author is desperately attached to the memories of youth that she shares with the dear departed. Delighting in blurring the line between truth and lies, she cultivates the mystery surrounding this book, which she meticulously builds and deconstructs until the shocking final revelation.
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