“Page three, fifth column, second paragraph, I ask you to please correct…” On the phone, an awkward voice lists a series of errors or typos. It’s barely 2 p.m., the first edition of the Monde has just arrived at the Parisian kiosks when Pierre Vidal-Naquet has already picked up his handset and dialed PRO (770 on telephone keypads) 91-29, the daily switchboard located in the Grands Boulevards district, near rue de Provence.
“It’s “Vidal”… Who takes it? » At the end of the landline telephones on Rue des Italians, the candidates are in no hurry. A wave of panic also sets in upstairs when the little man with the cross tie and the shirt pulled out of his pants goes straight to the newspaper and climbs the stairs. Several letters are piling up on the editor-in-chief’s desk: “Can I remind you of my overdue item for a good month? » More « Vidal » “the voice of those who know”, nicely summarizes the historian François Hartog, author of Vidal-Naquet, historian himself (The Discovery, 2007). So, after its phone calls, the workshop “returns to marble for the second”, this edition which includes in “der” the freshest information and the stock market price, for evening fall.
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