“Sans soleil” by Jean-Christophe Grangé, a dive into the AIDS years: “I am fascinated by evil”

The writer, navy blue down jacket, three-day beard and shaggy gray hair, acts as the guide. “There, there was the Sept, with its black front, the better-known bar, and next to it was the Colony, even hotter,” explains, walking up the street, the author with more than four million of books sold, translated into around thirty languages.