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    <title>La prochaine fois que tu mordras la poussière</title>
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    <namePart>Pascot, Panayotis</namePart>
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  <genre authority="">Autobiographical fiction</genre>
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    <dateIssued>2023</dateIssued>
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    <extent>210 pages ; 18 cm.</extent>
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  <abstract>Ce livre me fait peur. Le processus a été douloureux. Mon père nous a annoncé qu’il n’allait pas tarder à mourir et je me suis mis à écrire. Trois années au peigne fin, mes relations, mes pensées paranoïaques, mon rapport étrange à lui, crachés sur le papier. Je me suis donné pour but de le tuer avant qu’il ne meure. C’est l’histoire de quelqu’un qui cherche à tuer. Soi, ou le père, finalement ça revient au même. »
Panayotis Pascot s’attaque d’une plume tranchante et moderne à trois thématiques qu’il tisse pour composer un récit autofictif aussi acide qu’ultralucide. L’acceptation de son homosexualité, la dépression et la relation filiale s’enchevêtrent ici dans un violent passage à l’âge adulte.</abstract>
  <abstract>"This book scares me. The process was painful. My father told us he wouldn’t be long for this world and I started to write. Three years under the microscope: my relationships, my paranoid thoughts, my strange bond with him—spat onto the page. I set myself the goal of killing him before he died. It’s the story of someone who seeks to kill. Oneself, or the father—ultimately it’s the same thing."

Panayotis Pascot tackles, with a sharp, modern pen, three themes that he weaves together to create an autofictional narrative as acid as it is searingly lucid. The acceptance of his homosexuality, depression, and the filial relationship intertwine here in a violent passage into adulthood.</abstract>
  <note type="statement of responsibility">/ Panayotis Pascot</note>
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      <namePart>Pascot, Panayotis</namePart>
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    <topic>Childhood and youth</topic>
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    <topic>Fathers and sons</topic>
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  <subject authority="lcsh">
    <topic>Depression, Mental</topic>
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  <subject authority="lcsh">
    <topic>Homosexuality</topic>
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  <subject authority="lcsh">
    <topic>Humorists, French</topic>
    <topic>Biography</topic>
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  <classification authority="lcc">PQ2716.A82  P76 2023</classification>
  <identifier type="isbn">9782253907824</identifier>
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