{"id":48318,"date":"2009-08-31T23:32:49","date_gmt":"2009-08-31T21:32:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/?p=48318"},"modified":"2025-06-17T18:16:52","modified_gmt":"2025-06-17T16:16:52","slug":"lecume-des-jours","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/?p=48318","title":{"rendered":"L\u2019\u00e9cume des jours"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure class=\"alignright size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-31422\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/Lecture\/2009\/L'\u00e9cume des jours.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"386\" height=\"512\" \/><\/figure>\n<p class=\"lecture_auteur\"><strong>Auteur\u00a0:<\/strong> VIAN Boris<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"lecture_summary\">Un titre l\u00e9ger et lumineux qui annonce une histoire d\u2019amour dr\u00f4le ou grin\u00e7ante, tendre ou grave, fascinante et inoubliable, compos\u00e9e par un \u00e9crivain de vingt-six ans. C\u2019est un conte de l\u2019\u00e9poque du jazz et de la science-fiction, \u00e0 la fois comique et poignant, heureux et tragique, f\u00e9erique et d\u00e9chirant. Dans cette \u0153uvre d\u2019une modernit\u00e9 insolente, livre culte depuis plus de cinquante ans, Duke Ellington croise le dessin anim\u00e9, Sartre devient une marionnette burlesque, la mort prend la forme d\u2019un n\u00e9nuphar, le cauchemar va jusqu\u2019au bout du d\u00e9sespoir. Mais seules deux choses demeurent \u00e9ternelles et triomphantes : le bonheur ineffable de l\u2019amour absolu et la musique des Noirs am\u00e9ricains\u2026<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"lecture_genre\"><strong>Genre : <\/strong><em>Roman<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"lecture_editeur\"><strong>\u00c9diteur : <\/strong><em>LdP, n\u00b014087<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"lecture_format\"><strong>Format : <\/strong><em>Poche<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"lecture_nbpages\"><strong>Nombre de pages : <\/strong><em>317 pages<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"lecture_note\"><strong>Note :<\/strong> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/emoji\/stylo.svg\" alt=\"\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" \/>\ufe0f<img decoding=\"async\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/emoji\/stylo.svg\" alt=\"\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" \/>\ufe0f<img decoding=\"async\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/emoji\/stylo.svg\" alt=\"\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" \/>\ufe0f<img decoding=\"async\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/emoji\/stylo.svg\" alt=\"\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" \/>\ufe0f<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Auteur\u00a0: VIAN Boris Un titre l\u00e9ger et lumineux qui annonce une histoire d\u2019amour dr\u00f4le ou grin\u00e7ante, tendre ou grave, fascinante et inoubliable, compos\u00e9e par un \u00e9crivain de vingt-six ans. C\u2019est un conte de l\u2019\u00e9poque du jazz et de la science-fiction, \u00e0 la fois comique et poignant, heureux et tragique, f\u00e9erique et d\u00e9chirant. Dans cette \u0153uvre d\u2019une modernit\u00e9 insolente, livre culte&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[1145,1355],"class_list":["post-48318","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lecture","tag-roman","tag-vian-boris"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48318","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=48318"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48318\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48319,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48318\/revisions\/48319"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=48318"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=48318"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=48318"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}