“Lost for France”, but not for its readers…

Patrick Eudeline's latest opus is certainly the most personal book by the jack-of-all-trades writer

Rock critic, precursor of gonzo journalism (a journalism where the journalist puts himself on stage), musician (singer and guitarist of the group Asphalt Jungle, which was one of the first punk rock groups formed in France, in 1977), actor (he has a small role in Fuck methe film shot by his great friend Virginie Despentes), anti-woke provocateur on social networks… Patrick Eudeline was, or still is, all of that. But he is also a writer. And not the worst at it. This century will have your skinour favorite in the dozen Books he has published, is an excellent testimony to the punk period, which he experienced up close.
His latest opus Lost to France (title which is in no way to be compared to the cutesy song by Étienne Daho Fallen for Francebut rather Born Too Loosethe song by Johnny Thunders, one of his bad friends) is his most personal book.

Of course, there are some anecdotes “sex and drugs and rockn’roll” ; an obviously stoned evening where he shares his dope with the bassist of the Sex Pistols, Sid Vicious (we can say it, there is a prescription), a concert where he advises the singer Siouxsie not to wear Nazi accessories… and, more recently , a trip to London where he is hosted by Pete Doherty himselfwho wants to steal his girlfriend (he will, once again, only poke her veins).

But the essential thing is not there. Eudeline goes back to her adolescence, talks about music, inevitably, but also about her conflictual relationship with her father, named Robert. It opens a door to his love life, more romantic than one might think, but also to his years at Stanislas College. Incredible but true, he was even a scout!

Lost to France – Patrick Eudeline, Séguier editions, 208 p., €21.