For its 28th edition, the Book fair sets the tone; the chord is straightaway given by its literary councillor, the writer Patrick Raynal:
“We call it the south…” sang Nino Ferrer. While we think of him, we would like to suggest you to read it. But we also know too well, that printed writings are deeper and more serious than refrains, and we often tend to forget that song lyrics touch on what is looked deeper into by books.
Therefore how not to be astonished that South of Literature sounds less nice and friendly than the one of the song we hum; that the Sun caressing the soul and becomes, in the other hand, the unforgiving tell-tale detail of misery and fear; that gentle idleness of each other is actually the cruel lack of work of one another.
Earth being irrevocably spherical, one is always situated on the south of someone else, and the word itself prevails in keeping its bewildered connotation despite the disenchantments of reality.
Then, who do we need to believe? Those who dream about the south or, those who live in it? No doubt that the writers gathered under the following banner “We read the south” shall have their own opinion on the subject, but whatever their opinion is, the south will increase its own stature because, being sung or read, it remains the favourite destination of all dreamers.
Carried by the public library with the booksellers from Colmar, “Tribulles” from Mulhouse and “Bouquinette” from Strasbourg, partners of the Department of Education, the publishers of Grand Est and moreover, the companies of popular educational history, in association with the towns twinned with Colmar.