CRITIQUE – With The Black JellyfishYann Queffélec returns to one of his favorite themes: blood ties and the intimate wars that we wage within the family.
April 27, 1962, Eddie Poujol arrived in Marseille. A boat full of tears and exiles brings him back to the metropolis. Two years earlier, at the age of 17 and a half, he had enlisted ahead of the call to serve in Algeria. In the Old Port, no one is waiting for him. His father, who had pushed him to leave, remained silent. His beloved mother died. His younger brother, who teaches at the French high school in Abidjan, hates him. However, it is necessary to find the family mansion in Vigan, in the Cévennes, but Eddie’s destiny changes when he boards a train for Paris. On board, he meets Agnès. Thunderbolt. A new life awaits them.
Between the young woman, a hostess at Dunlop International, and the kid who is not yet 20 years old, the carefreeness does not last long. They will soon be parents. Eddie dreams of being an actor or singer. Agnès is relegated to the rank of typist in her company. Salvation could come from Jeff, a former Algerian who offers his ex-comrade-in-arms…
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