{"id":48409,"date":"2010-04-28T23:32:03","date_gmt":"2010-04-28T21:32:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/?p=48409"},"modified":"2025-06-18T07:34:07","modified_gmt":"2025-06-18T05:34:07","slug":"la-mort-noublie-personne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/?p=48409","title":{"rendered":"La mort n\u2019oublie personne"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure class=\"alignright size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-31422\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/Lecture\/2010\/La mort n'oublie personne.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"386\" height=\"512\" \/><\/figure>\n<p class=\"lecture_auteur\"><strong>Auteur\u00a0:<\/strong> DAENINCKX Didier<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"lecture_summary\">8 mars 1963. Le jeune Lucien Ricouart, isol\u00e9 dans une pension pour apprentis, s\u2019acharnant \u00e0 domestiquer sa solitude, est retrouv\u00e9 mort noy\u00e9 dans un bassin apr\u00e8s que ses camarades l\u2019aient trait\u00e9 de \u00ab fils d\u2019assassin \u00bb. Un professeur efface dans la boue, sous la pluie, son dernier message et son cri de r\u00e9volte qui affirme au contraire et jusque dans la mort : \u00ab Mon p\u00e8re n\u2019est pas un assassin \u00bb. Vingt-cinq ans plus tard, un jeune historien enqu\u00eate sur la vie de ce p\u00e8re. Sur cet homme au pass\u00e9 d\u2019ouvrier dans le nord de la France. Sur son parcours de r\u00e9sistant. Sur ce qu\u2019il est advenu apr\u00e8s guerre qui autorise des gamins \u00e0 pousser l\u2019un des leurs au d\u00e9sespoir.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"lecture_genre\"><strong>Genre : <\/strong><em>Policier<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"lecture_editeur\"><strong>\u00c9diteur : <\/strong><em>Folio, Policier n\u00b060<\/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>194 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: DAENINCKX Didier 8 mars 1963. Le jeune Lucien Ricouart, isol\u00e9 dans une pension pour apprentis, s\u2019acharnant \u00e0 domestiquer sa solitude, est retrouv\u00e9 mort noy\u00e9 dans un bassin apr\u00e8s que ses camarades l\u2019aient trait\u00e9 de \u00ab fils d\u2019assassin \u00bb. Un professeur efface dans la boue, sous la pluie, son dernier message et son cri de r\u00e9volte qui affirme au contraire&#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":[338,1074],"class_list":["post-48409","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lecture","tag-daeninckx-didier","tag-policier"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48409","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=48409"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48409\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48410,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48409\/revisions\/48410"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=48409"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=48409"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=48409"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}