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“All of a sudden, life became too much to bear. Just like that, for no particular reason. Because there was a child’s corpse in the fridge on rue Parthenais. Because I had to start all over again from scratch, one more time. Because I had rolled my rock to the top of the hill and now it was rolling back down again. The times before, I’d always managed to put on a brave face. But there comes a time when you just don’t feel strong enough to look for another place to live and go shopping again for clothes and dishes and cutlery and scouring pads and toilet paper. This was one of those times. When I got back to the hotel, I asked the Barbie at reception for the key to the minibar. It burned in the palm of my hand. I slapped it back down on the counter and ran out. I had to find a meeting.”

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Book:8:17 pm, Rue Darling
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8:17 pm, Rue Darling

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Bernard Emond

Bernard Emond (born 1951) is a renowned screenwriter and director from Quebec, Canada. He is known for his social realist style, focusing on everyday life, family dynamics, and marginalized communities. His films, such as 'La terre rouge' and 'La femme de l'histoire,' are praised for their poetic simplicity and emotional depth. Emond has received numerous awards at international film festivals, solidifying his reputation as a key figure in Quebec cinema. His work continues to inspire audiences with its humanistic perspective. more

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