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The autobiography of the 29-year-old RN leader, which is being released by Fayard bollorisé, is written in a style so sanitized and empty of information that we end up thinking that he really wrote it alone.
“It’s not customary to write your memoirs at thirty”wrote Brasillach in Our pre-warin 1941. At 29 years old no more, and rightly so, we want to add after having closed the very sluggish autobiography of Jordan Bardella, which comes out on Saturday November 9 from Fayard. With the fascist writer, the far-right leader has young age in common. Not the talent. In his book with a style so bad that we end up thinking that he really wrote it alone, Marine Le Pen's heir apparent barely manages to “to discover oneself”, as it sells the Figaro Magazine, who published the good pages on Friday, and only succeeds in comforting the reader in the opinion that everyone already has of him: formidable political machine, solid spokesperson and good debater, Bardella has no thoughts of his own nor deep political culture, which makes it perfectly suited to its role as a marketing object intended to appeal to the average right-wing voter.
An avalanche of commonplaces and empty formulas of which he has the secret, his book mixes the bourgeois self-satisfaction of a Homais and the conversation of a Charles Bovary, of which Flaubert writes that it “was flat like a street sidewalk and [que] everyone's ideas paraded there in their ordinary costume, without exciting emotion, laughter or reverie. Anthology: “This is the life I chose. To tell the truth, politics chose me”; “By telling you where I come from, you will understand what I am looking for.”
