Archive for the ‘Book’ Category


For several years, the technological revolution impose us an astonishing rhythm of evolution. Who can predict as an oracle, all these news incoming wonders from this science? The recent speech of the President of the United States, Barack Obama, was particularly eloquent. The Spoutnik era into space, around the Earth or even under the sea is reel. Every nation must be at the forefront of these advances tools to observe and develop the possibility of this new science. The future of our Universe belongs to news technologies, better education and more research.

Communications had changed. More then ever, we communicate with each other, all around the world. Access to information had revolutionized our lives. Even the democratic organization could make a good use of Internet tools. Human rights can’t be violated so drastically like before. People from all philosophy can now defend themselves against dictatorships with only a click and send live pictures to the world as proofs of infamy. Of course, horror doesn’t disappear with just one click. Nevertheless, the law of silence is more and more relegated to the closet and the positive forces take is place with more effectiveness.

Book and publishing industry must evolve hand by hand with the possibility of the news technologies. The different formats are original and bring support for the essential of literature: the book. The content remains the main essential message from the author. Whatever the device we choose, print, audio or digital version, the book remains forever a literary work for itself. The author still and will always be the creator of his universe and the only master of his literary ship.

From print edition to e-book, the pleasure of reading remains. In a chair, standing in the kitchen, dreaming in the bath, sleeping under the trees, in the subways, at the coffee shop, at work … In brief, the reader enjoy is reading everywhere! Who can predict what the e-reader of the future will look alike? A magical wrist watch? A steering wheel airbag? A iPhone shower? A hat with specials flaps applications?

For now, I am happy with the Kindle reading light on my PC and elsewhere … Newspapers, books, dictionary, I select and read everything that falling on my e-reader shelf. I will look for the new Kindle or the iPad in springtime. You never know what may come into the shelf by then. May be… some discounts.

The important thing still remains to be on the shelf of e-readers library of all kinds.

Les cahiers Mireille Noël are now available in print and digital version.

Contes de l’encrier, Mademoiselle M: Paperback copy on Blurb
Contes de l’encrier, Mademoiselle M: Digital version on Kindle

Happy reading!

Book Trailer: Cahiers Mireille Noël

New book is available…

On Blurb…

Mademoiselle M. Nouvelles. Cahiers Mireille Noël 2

And on Amazon/Kindle

Mademoiselle M on Kindle 

Bonne lecture!

Contes de l'encrierMademoiselle M



I don’t always have the time to write something in here. As I am working on a new novel, It’s take all my attention. But I certainly will take a moment to wishing you, my Americans friends’ writers, a very good Thanksgiving.

With the voice of Séraphine…

Happy Thanksgiving!



1. Picture: Séraphine de Senlis. L’arbre de vie.



When the drums begin to beat  untitled
Down the street,
When the poles are fetched and guyed,
When the tight-rope’s stretched and tied,
When the dance-girls make salaam,
When the snake-bag wakes alarm,
When the pipes set up their drone,
When the sharp-edged knives are thrown,
When the red-hot coals are shown,
To be swallowed by and bye–
_Arre_ Brethren, here come I!  

Stripped to loin-cloth in the sun,
Search me well and watch me close!
Tell me how my tricks are done–
Tell me how the mango grows?
Give a man who is not made
To his trade
Swords to fling and catch again,
Coins to ring and snatch again,
Men to harm and cure again.
Snakes to charm and lure again–
He’ll be hurt by his own blade,
By his serpents disobeyed,
By his clumsiness bewrayed,
By the people laughed to scorn–
So ’tis not with juggler born!

Pinch of dust or withered flower,
Chance-flung nut or borrowed staff,
Serve his need and shore his power,
Bind the spell or loose the laugh!
Rudyard Kipling: Juggler’s Song.


As a writer, I often feel like a juggler who’s playing with balls as we do with words. First ball could be the technical part of the writing life; the second the story and the third, imagination…

There are many differences between the ways writers do there writing. But more I read and discover my new Americans companions, more I get convinced of the contraries. We do all share the same feeling. We do have to juggle with the tree balls and more every day. We also must deal with the new technology that computer bring to us. This new way of life brings our work to universal perspectives. This is why in my point of view, we try to stay connected with this virtual world by the blogging universe.

French bloggers don’t talk too much about there writing. They discuss but the technical, stories and imagination sources are often like a secret thing… In my opinion, this is the biggest difference between the French and American world of writing.

And this is why I do have great respect for all of you who take the time to share with others the feelings and the experience of writing. Its make the juggle of words more fun and easier…

Do you feel like a juggler?


The juggler


Pause Café. Mireille 2009 


A precious, mouldering pleasure ‘t is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,


His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.


His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;


What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
And Sophocles a man;


When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Facts, centuries before,


He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.


His presence is enchantment,
You beg him not to go;
Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize, just so.

Emily Dickinson. Life

I love those magic moments. The visit to the library, the quest for the discovery of the books I am looking for, the questions to the librarian and the delicate choice I have to make between Whitman, Apollinaire or Dickinson…

Well, this week I bring Emily Dickinson into my life.

The other precious moment I really enjoy is when I celebrate my Odyssey at the coffee shop. Allongé simple is delicious for this pause café. After what, I just let my hands and my eyes go through this perfect object we call book for a while. The first lines, first chapter goes and goes…

I will need another cup.

This is my Pause Café préférée.

Do you like this kind of pause café?



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