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Mon dinosaure

La Peuplade Books

Mon dinosaure

François Turcot

Poetry

In the spirit of Cette maison n’est pas la mienne (Prix Émile-Nelligan 2009), Mon dinosaure opens with several voices, times, and enunciation modes, where the father figure becomes the “site” of a real search, of a collection of embedded narratives, of an excavation where a man’s past is invested with real memories as well as with imaginary lives.

Ranging from lyrical poetry to prose, from correspondence to narrative poem, Mon dinosaure is a book juxtaposing many possible readings. Here, voices and times merge—that of a father at times absent, at times speaking again, at times writing—then that of a son who summons, in narratives and poems, more than a hundred memories, bits of gossip, reminding us that a man’s story can only be told piece by piece. A prolonged metaphor for all disappearances, the figure of the dinosaur soon resembles the distant father, which François Turcot re-assembles meticulously.

Publication: April 17, 2013
184 pages, 978-2-923530-53-6, Print edition $23.95, PDF $17.99,
Rights : World English

Praise for Mon dinosaure

François Turcot speaks of the death of the father in Mon dinosaure, a singular book that opts for a poetic approach which is both stimulating and original.

Denise Brassard, Voix et images

This kind of work is magnificent. Here’s a well-constructed book that not only offers itself the pleasure of speaking of life beyond death, but establishes a dialogue between lost loves.

Hugues Corriveau, Le Devoir

Mon dinosaure offers a strong reading experience, Borgesian in a way, where form, robust and demanding, combines with a content both humble and sensitive, holed up in an awareness of the volatility and memory of things.

Sébastien Dulude, Lettres québécoises

Throughout this magnificent collection, we find fragments of memory that bring a father (the author’s) back to life. Oscillating between the shadows and the light, François Turcot presents his lines as though they were archaeological material and reminds us that (hi)story is made of fragments, which can only be told “shred by shred.” The father has lost his diary he called his “Book of Hours,” and so that’s what the son will try to piece back together. The result is both disturbing and brilliant.

Manon Trépanier, Radio-Canada / La librairie francophone

François Turcot is not a dinosaur. He writes, teaches in college, excavates the past, and rebuilds his world. The author of four books of poetry published by Éditions La Peuplade and the recipient of the 2006 Prix Émile-Nelligan for Cette maison n’est pas la mienne, Turcot is back with Mon dinosaure, a dense and sensitive book on the father.

Dominique Lemieux, Le libraire

Assembled using a variety of materials (prose, verse, letters), Mon dinosaure catalogues a sort of Father-constellation, fragmented into several utterances of memories filtered by a type of poetry which weighs up its effects and fears boastfulness more than anything. … More than just a book on the father figure, Mon dinosaure highlights the essential share of fiction that fuels and shapes memory.

Dominique Tardif, Voir

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