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Le capital, c’est ta vie, il te ronge, il te brise, il t’abîme. Tu n’échapperas pas à sa domination qui est la mesure de toute chose et de toute existence. Tu paniques, n’arrives plus à respirer, tu ne t’appartiens plus. L’empire de la valeur a fait de toi son esclave.
Dans ce monde, tu es devenu ton propre bourreau.
H. J.
Dans ce roman, Hugues Jallon raconte de l’intérieur l’effondrement psychique d’un personnage dévasté par la violence du capital.
“Capital is your life, it consumes you, it breaks you, it ruins you, you can no longer breathe, you cannot resist the violent panic attacks triggered by the outrageousness of this truly unbearable world. You cannot run away; the empire of value has enslaved you. In this world, you have become your own persecutor.”
This novel mainly focuses on the narrator’s panic attacks, which echo the fluctuations and demands of neo-liberalism, as well as the career of a celebrity from the 2000s, Kim Kardashian, whose market value has never been based on anything tangible. Returning to fiction to ponder on this stalemate, the auteur ends up finding an imaginative way out of the dictatorship of capital, which has become the yardstick of anything and any life.
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