Author of the work “Before memory fades. Some maritime remarks”, Olivier de Kersauson returned to the education of his son Arthur for whom he was not very present. Now a grandfather, he learns this new role with his granddaughter who seems to completely melt him.
“I haven’t experienced that with my son”: Olivier de Kersauson, absent father with Arthur, shares a lot with his granddaughter
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Interviewed by Le Figaro on the occasion of the release of his 26th book Before the memory fades. Some maritime remarks (Le Cherche midi), Olivier de Kersauson (80 years old) made valuable confidences about his new life in Tahiti with his wife Sandra. Grandfather by proxy of a granddaughter (that of his wife), he spoke of his son Arthur born in 1980, the fruit of his love with his ex-wife Caroline Piloquet-Verne (who died in 2005).
“It surprised me to approach a very small child. Innocence, that look, it’s a thing. I didn’t experience this with my son, I was at sea all the time“, he revealed adding that he was previously “very uncomfortable with children“. “And since I didn’t have a grandfather (editor’s note: they both died in the war of 14), I don’t know what a job it is.“, he said about this experience which greatly affects him.”laugh“. Finding himself perhaps too blue-blooded or too sentimental, he suddenly corrects himself and adds: “I found that interesting. On the other hand, I ain’t got nothing else to give a damn“.
Olivier de Kersauson, his new life far from
Very happy far from France and Paris, he overcame lung cancer that he had developed in 2018. Now out of the woods, he declares: “I’m 80 years old, I’m going to experience the acceleration of aging. I would like to die healthy. Avoid the worst (…) Today, I only aspire to one thing: not to waste a second of my life doing only things that are pretty and please me. Listening to birdsong, walking in the sea, fishing“.
Absolutely not regretting city life and big cities, he concludes. :” For people like me who are quite archaic, there is nothing that excites me about city life. I feel like I’m losing my soul there. The sunrise, the sunset, you don’t see them. You don’t hear the birdsong. You have to go to the Bois de Boulogne, and there you hear the song of the whores more than that of the birds. In fact, nothing that touches me exists in Paris“. And again, Olivier de Kersauson has not known Paris since the arrival of Anne Hidalgo at Paris City Hall.
