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Paul West, malgr\u00e9 les bons conseils d&#8217;un ami, d\u00e9cide de travailler en France. Recrut\u00e9 dans une entreprise de viande, VianDiffusion, celui-ci doit d\u00e9velopper une cha\u00eene de salons de th\u00e9 (of course\u00a0!). Rien de bien difficile &#8230; Et pourtant \u00e0 peine arriv\u00e9, Paul doit s&#8217;adapter tr\u00e8s vite : l&#8217;ann\u00e9e commence en septembre et non en janvier, oui les coll\u00e8gues se font la bise (entre femmes, femmes et hommes mais attention pas entre hommes), un directeur peut dire &#8220;tu&#8221; alors que son employ\u00e9 lui dira &#8220;vous&#8221;, et oui, Paris est la ville des chiens tenant t\u00eate aux autres capitales avec ses 650 accidents annuels dans les rues aux trottoirs min\u00e9s &#8230; Parachut\u00e9 au milieu qu&#8217;une \u00e9quipe bredouillant \u00e0 qui mieux-mieux anglais, Paul doit se livrer \u00e0 de quotidiennes s\u00e9ances de d\u00e9cryptage de nos us et coutumes. Totalement immerg\u00e9 dans le monde du travail, il se retrouve confront\u00e9 \u00e0 des m\u00e9thodes de management fortement diff\u00e9rentes du mod\u00e8le anglo-saxon :\u00a0 dur dur de s&#8217;acclimater quand en effet une r\u00e9union = une d\u00e9cision en Angleterre, alors que notre ch\u00e8re contr\u00e9e semble rong\u00e9e par la r\u00e9unionite a\u00efgue&#8230; Goups &#8230; Voil\u00e0 un titre et une couverture qui ne laissent pas indiff\u00e9rents &#8230; Mais il serait dommage de passer \u00e0 c\u00f4t\u00e9 de ce livre et de le rejeter d&#8217;un bloc pour cette seule et unique raison. A Year In The Merde dresse un portrait un brin caustique mais surtout humoristique de notre cher pays et de sa capitale: nos jolis d\u00e9fauts et nos probl\u00e8mes fran\u00e7o-fran\u00e7ais y sont d\u00e9peints sous un oeil interloqu\u00e9 mais affectueux. Jubilatoire. Pour les non-anglophones et tous ceux que la lecture en V.O rebutent\u00a0(1)\u00a0le roman a \u00e9t\u00e9 traduit en fran\u00e7ais &#8220;God save la France&#8221; &#8230; Mes morceaux choisis : O\u00f9 un ami bienveillant l&#8217;alerte sur ce vers quoi il s&#8217;engage : &#8220;My good friend Chris told me not to come to France. Great lifestyle, he said, great food and totally unpolitically correct women with great underwear. But, he warned me, the French are hell to live with.[&#8230;] His theory was that the French are like the woman scorned. Back in 1940 they tried to tell us they loved us, but we laughed at their accents and their big-nosed G\u00e9n\u00e9ral de Gaulle, and ever since we&#8217;ve done nothing but poison them with our disgusting food and try to wipe the French language off the face of the Earth. That&#8217;s why they built refugee camps yards from the Eurotunnel entrance and refuse to eat our beef years after it was declared safe. It&#8217;s permanent payback time, he said. Don&#8217;t go there. Sorry, I told him, I&#8217;ve got to go and check out that underwear.&#8221; O\u00f9 Paul West d\u00e9couvre les joies de la gr\u00e8ve &#8230; \u00e0 la fran\u00e7aise : &#8220;The Paris transport workers went on strike. And what was this strike about ? Job cuts ? Safety standards ? No. The unions were furious that the government had been rumoured to be thinking about considering the possibility of maybe looking into the purely theoretical concept that it might one day (not now but in, say, 80 years&#8217; time) be less able to pay for transport workers to retire at 50. Wow, I told myself, let&#8217;s go to the transport company HQ this very instant to get a job application form. Dammit, though, I couldn&#8217;t get there &#8211; there was a transport strike.&#8221; O\u00f9 il est important de distinguer Casino et casino &#8230; Eh oui \u00e0 l&#8217;oreille la diff\u00e9rence ne s&#8217;entend pas et pourtant dans l&#8217;assiette ! &#8221; Instead of heading all the way back into Trou, we stopped off at Monsieur Aug\u00e8me&#8217;s house and I dashed through the rain with a map to ask him whether there was a country auberge nearby. [&#8230;]He wasn&#8217;t too sure about auberges, but finally prodded at a town a few kilometres west and said that we could get a meal at the casino there.[&#8230;] &#8220;What did he suggest ?&#8221; Alexa asked when I got back in the car and began dripping all over her. &#8220;You&#8217;ll see. It&#8217;ll be a surprise.&#8221; It was there, I think, that I learned my lesson about the nature of mixed-race male-female relations in a post-feminist world. It was this : don&#8217;t promise anything as a surprise unless you yourself are 100% sure that the surprise will be pleasant. [&#8230;] Alexa would have known that we were almost certainly not headed for a casino. We were headed for a Casino. That is, a branch of supermarket chain called Casino, which, in its larger stores, often has a cafeteria.&#8221; (1)\u00a0Dommage!\u00a0 vous raterez le fameux\u00a0British sense of humour\u00a0tellement croustillant\u00a0in English\u00a0&#8230; I&#8217;m fond of it ! A voir ! Site officiel de Stephen Clarke :\u00a0http:\/\/www.stephenclarkewriter.com A Year In The Merde Stephen Clarke Black Swan 382 pages. 10.10\u20ac. ISBN : 0-552-15307-9","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/localhost:8888\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/AYearInTheMerde.jpg"}