Arab Times

Novel recounts Bataclan horror

Graphic book taps healing power of humor

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PARIS, Oct 23, (AFP): Fred and Elisa are lying on the floor of Bataclan concert hall. Alive but covered in blood, the two strangers’ hands touch in the darkness.

This is just one scene from a new graphic novel, “Mon Bataclan” (My Bataclan), drawn by Fred Dewilde.

The artist was among the survivors of the carnage at the popular Paris venue on November 13 last year when Islamic State jihadists massacred 90 people at a rock concert.

They were among a total of 130 people killed by IS gunmen and suicide bombers across Paris that night in France’s worst-ever terror attacks.

Dewilde, 50, recounts the terror in black and white, depicting the jihadists as skeletons with deathly white faces. The book, which also includes 22 pages of eyewitness accounts, was out in France, Belgium and Switzerlan­d on Friday.

In the Bataclan, a Friday night crowd had been enjoying a gig by California­n band Eagles of Death Metal when the shooting began.

“We are no more than a teeming mass of the living, the injured, the dead, a mass of fear, screaming in terror,” Dewilde writes of that moment.

Experienci­ng

He finds himself lying on the floor near a corpse. “I take stock of what we are experienci­ng. I am still alive,” he writes. “A living being among the dead.”

Beside him is Elisa, a young woman who has been injured. “She could have been my daughter,” Dewilde writes. In low voices the strangers try to comfort each other.

They know that if they cry out, revealing that survivors are still lying among the bodies, the jihadists will shoot them.

“We detach ourselves from this horror and create a bubble of humanity,” Dewilde writes.

Their ordeal lasts for two hours before the police arrive. Dewilde is physically unharmed, but he is left with “the smell, the taste of the atrocity, the incomprehe­nsibility.”

The second part of the book is titled “Living Again”, but this is not a straightfo­rward process for the graphic artist after what he has experience­d.

“Is it really worth washing today? Or eating? I’m not hungry,” he writes in one scene. He jumps at sudden noises. He recalls being incapable of concentrat­ing on anything for more than a few minutes.

But he pays tribute to his family’s efforts to help him come to terms with the trauma — “my wife carried me”, he says — and the healing power of humour.

Even in the Bataclan, Dewilde remembers, he somehow managed to whisper jokes to Elisa.

Writing the book was also cathartic, he notes. “By chance, I finished the drawings on Friday, May 13. Six months later, to the day.”

He insists he feels no hatred over what happened and has stressed that ordinary Muslims must not be blamed for the series of jihadist attacks that have rocked France since January 2015.

People must not “descend into fear of the crowd, of non-whites, of the other,” Dewilde wrote in an afterword following July’s truck attack, when a jihadist mowed down 86 people in a crowd celebratin­g Bastille Day on the seafront in southern Nice.

“The enemy has no colour and no religion. The enemy is fanaticism, it’s fear, it’s the madness that leads to war.”

The Bataclan is planning a defiant return to concerts next month, when France will mark a year since the Paris attacks.

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The most famous gun in French literature, the revolver with which the poet Paul Verlaine tried to kill his lover Arthur Rimbaud, is going under the hammer, Christie’s said Wednesday.

Verlaine bought the 7mm six-shooter in Brussels on the morning of July 10, 1873, determined to put an end to his torrid two-year affair with his teenage lover.

The 29-year-old poet had abandoned his young wife and child to be with Rimbaud, who would later become the symbol of rebellious youth.

But after an opium- and absinthe-soaked stay in London, which would inspire Rimbaud’s “A Season in Hell”, Verlaine wanted to go back to his wife.

He fled to the Belgian capital to get away from Rimbaud only for the younger man to follow him.

It was in a hotel room there at two in the afternoon where, after the lovers had rowed, cried and got drunk — according to Rimbaud — that the suicidal Verlaine raised the pistol.

“Here’s how I will teach you how to leave!” he shouted before firing twice at Rimbaud.

One bullet hit him in the wrist while the other bullet struck the wall and then ricocheted into the chimney.

But Rimbaud still wouldn’t take no for an answer. Having been bandaged up in hospital he again begged the author of “Poemes saturniens” not to leave him.

Verlaine — who was to be dogged by drink and drug addiction all his life — pulled out the revolver again and threatened him with it in the street.

He was arrested by a passing policeman and sentenced to two years in jail with hard labour where — much to Rimbaud’s fury — he converted to Catholicis­m.

In prison he wrote 32 poems that would later appear in some of his best-known collection­s, “Sagesse”, “Jadis et naguere” and “Invectives”.

Rimbaud — who would inspire the 1960s counter culture movement and rock rebels like Jim Morrison — moved back in with his domineerin­g mother and finished “A Season in Hell”.

The gun was confiscate­d and finally fell into the hands of a private owner, Christie’s said. They estimate it could make up to 60,000 euros ($65,000) at an auction in Paris on Nov 30.

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