Antoine LeirisRecensioni

This was a heartbreaking and beautiful treatise on grief.
After losing his wife in the Bataclan attack, Antoine Leiris posted on Facebook and was flooded with support and appreciation. Following the post he immediately started writing this book. Although it was heartbreakingly sad, Leiris’ background as a cultural commentator and journalist meant his writing was spare, sharp and exquisitely beautiful.
I raced through this and will probably read it again at a more leisurely pace.

I received this book through a Goodreads giveaway.

As I read this book my heart broke. It broke for Antoine, for Melvil, for Helene, for Paris, for France, for the world. Yet by the end of this book I felt hopeful for them, for us. This book gave me a glimpse in the life of the survivors of a tragedy. This is a beautifully written book and I am truly thankful that i read it

I received this book through a Goodreads giveaway.

As I read this book my heart broke. It broke for Antoine, for Melvil, for Helene, for Paris, for France, for the world. Yet by the end of this book I felt hopeful for them, for us. This book gave me a glimpse in the life of the survivors of a tragedy. This is a beautifully written book and I am truly thankful that i read it

Un témoignage chaud, tendre. L’amour d’un mari qui perd sa femme au Bataclan le 13 novembre. L’amour d’un père qui reste seul avec son fils.

Douze jours

It's hard to classify what exactly this book is - a message? a memoir? an essay? It's a brief work, recounting the emotional journey of the author following the death of his wife in the 2015 terrorist attack in Paris. Overall, this is a touching account and one with a message I don't know I could adhere to if placed in the author's shoes: he refuses to hate the terrorists who murdered his wife.

Der Titel sagt alles aus. Ein starkes Statement inmitten der Trauer.

von Johannes geliehen, sehr ber�hrend, Protokoll einer Liebe – zweier Lieben

A quick, searing, emotional read that readers will struggle not to cry their way through. Antoine Leiris writes a moving memoir of grief in response to his wife's murder. Helene was one of the many killed in a terrorist attack at a theater in Paris and Antoine writes movingly about the search for her, the aftermath, trying to move on and care for their infant son knowing that he will have to care for him solo without his wife's loving smile and care. Beautiful and eloquently written. Read this with a box of tissues at the ready.

4.5 stars. This is Antoine Leiris' brief, emotional tribute to his wife Hélène, who was among the victims at the Bataclan theatre the night of the Paris attacks on 11/13/15. Antoine refused to be cowed or to let his seventeen-month-old son’s life be defined by Hélène’s murder. He refused to let the killers have their way: “For as long as he lives, this little boy will insult you with his happiness and freedom.”

We lived a couple of blocks from the Bataclan in 2010-11, and we walked past it nearly every day. I'd wanted to see various bands playing there during our stay, but I never made it to a show. We were glued to the news that night in 2013, shocked to learn our neighborhood was under attack. In June of this year, I visited the now-restored Bataclan, and I couldn't help but cry. The ghosts are still hovering nearby.½

Read on September 11, 2016

This is a book for everyone. It is short so no excuse about the length, it is moving, it is real, it is raw. Leiris' loss is felt through his words. This goes further than his open letter on Facebook and gives us a glimpse into his and his son's lives in the immediate days after Helene is murdered. Leiris has the horrible task of having to continue to parent while grieving. He beautifully shares his story here.

A “one sitting” and stirring read about the tragic loss of the author’s wife in the November 2015 Paris attacks.

La noche del 13 de noviembre de 2015 Antoine se queda en casa con el pequeño Melvil, entonces de 17 meses, para que su mujer, Hélène, pueda ir al concierto de los Eagles of Death Metal en la sala Bataclan de París. Tras enterarse de lo ocurrido, y con el miedo en el cuerpo, Antoine recorre hospitales y comisarías de policía. Sus peores miedos se confirman: Hélène es una de las víctimas. Tiene que identificar el cuerpo. Luego viene el papeleo, los psicólogos, los policías, los amigos y la familia. ¿Cómo seguir viviendo? ¿Qué decirle a Melvil cuando reclama a su madre? Pero la vida sigue. En la guardería, las madres le llevan a Antoine cada día papillas caseras para Melvil—que aborrece la comida casera, solo come potitos industriales—y en casa los vecinos tratan al reciente viudo como a un niño incapaz de hacer nada por sí mismo. Entretanto, Antoine trata de adaptarse a su nueva realidad. Bañar a Melvil, alimentarle, mimarle, contestar preguntas, ir a la tumba de Hélène, imaginar cómo será su relación con su hijo a partir de ahora…

La noche del 13 de noviembre de 2015 Antoine se queda en casa con el pequeño Melvil, entonces de 17 meses, para que su mujer, Hélène, pueda ir al concierto de los Eagles of Death Metal en la sala Bataclan de París. Tras enterarse de lo ocurrido, y con el miedo en el cuerpo, Antoine recorre hospitales y comisarías de policía. Sus peores miedos se confirman: Hélène es una de las víctimas. Tiene que identificar el cuerpo. Luego viene el papeleo, los psicólogos, los policías, los amigos y la familia. ¿Cómo seguir viviendo? ¿Qué decirle a Melvil cuando reclama a su madre? Pero la vida sigue. En la guardería, las madres le llevan a Antoine cada día papillas caseras para Melvil—que aborrece la comida casera, solo come potitos industriales—y en casa los vecinos tratan al reciente viudo como a un niño incapaz de hacer nada por sí mismo. Entretanto, Antoine trata de adaptarse a su nueva realidad. Bañar a Melvil, alimentarle, mimarle, contestar preguntas, ir a la tumba de Hélène, imaginar cómo será su relación con su hijo a partir de ahora…