Love is not always on time. Too early, too late? A schoolgirl transforms a dehumanised teenager into a sensitive young man capable of believing in himself. A first love. Powerful emotions. A dogmatic upbringing, followed by tragedy. A tribute. A truth: theirs. It could just as easily be yours… Love, stronger than death. Everything is true—or almost. Perhaps even worse.
When you begin a memoir, you rarely expect a single first name to carry an entire life.
Claude Rappé has lived many lives, some of them in the public eye, yet none has been as profound as the first: the one nobody knew about, the one he never revealed, not even to those closest to him, until now.
It is a life where the pure, genuine emotions of childhood collide with the oppressive weight of religious dogma. A first love that bears all the hallmarks of tragedy, in which only helplessness ultimately prevails.
One day, a grave will seal the promise this beautiful story made.
This book is a tribute. It is filled with moments of joy, anger and protest, but also with reflections on ourselves, on our adolescence, on everything we owe to the Sixties. A literary mausoleum. A heartfelt thank you.
