Le livre de ma mère

Everyone has a mother, everyone, one day, hated her, because she was too present, she was always behind you. But we realize when we become old, the role of this person, so near and so far as the same time. Because we don't understand her at first, and when we recognize her works, it's too late: we are too old to show our feelings of child.

The book of Albert Cohen is a witness of this misunderstood between this two person, the son and the mother. It is a book of love too. This kind of love we cannot show, because of our shyness, because of our frighten of a lack, the lost of her. I don't want to talk about the Oedipus complex, and the book of Albert Cohen is everything but that.

Love is the main feeling the book smells. And we understand how much our mother is important even if she was not here or too much.

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