{"id":49248,"date":"2018-11-20T23:32:11","date_gmt":"2018-11-20T22:32:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/?p=49248"},"modified":"2025-06-18T13:49:15","modified_gmt":"2025-06-18T11:49:15","slug":"ce-que-le-jour-doit-a-la-nuit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/?p=49248","title":{"rendered":"Ce que le jour doit \u00e0 la nuit"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure class=\"alignright size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-31422\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/Lecture\/2018\/Ce que le jour doit \u00e0 la nuit.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"386\" height=\"512\" \/><\/figure>\n<p class=\"lecture_auteur\"><strong>Auteur\u00a0:<\/strong> KHADRA Yasmina<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"lecture_summary\">Alg\u00e9rie, dans les ann\u00e9es 1930. Les champs de bl\u00e9s frissonnent. Dans trois jours, les moissons, le salut. Mais une triste nuit vient consumer l\u2019espoir. Le feu. Les cendres. Pour la premi\u00e8re fois, le jeune Younes voit pleurer son p\u00e8re. Et de pleurs, la vie de Younes ne manquera pas. Confi\u00e9 \u00e0 un oncle pharmacien, dans un village de l\u2019Oranais, le jeune gar\u00e7on s\u2019int\u00e8gre \u00e0 la communaut\u00e9 pied-noire. Noue des amiti\u00e9s indissolubles, fran\u00e7aises, juives : \u00ab&nbsp;les doigts de la fourche&nbsp;\u00bb, comme on les appelle. Et le bonheur s\u2019appelle Emilie, une \u00ab&nbsp;princesse&nbsp;\u00bb que les jeunes gens se disputent. Alors que l\u2019Alg\u00e9rie coloniale vit ses derniers feux, dans un d\u00e9cha\u00eenement de violences, de d\u00e9chirures et de trahisons, les amiti\u00e9s se disloquent, s\u2019entrechoquent. Femme ou pays, l\u2019homme ne peut jamais oublier un amour d\u2019enfance.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"lecture_genre\"><strong>Genre : <\/strong><em>Roman<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"lecture_editeur\"><strong>\u00c9diteur : <\/strong><em>Pocket, n\u00b014017<\/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>441 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: KHADRA Yasmina Alg\u00e9rie, dans les ann\u00e9es 1930. Les champs de bl\u00e9s frissonnent. Dans trois jours, les moissons, le salut. Mais une triste nuit vient consumer l\u2019espoir. Le feu. Les cendres. Pour la premi\u00e8re fois, le jeune Younes voit pleurer son p\u00e8re. Et de pleurs, la vie de Younes ne manquera pas. Confi\u00e9 \u00e0 un oncle pharmacien, dans un village&#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":[730,1145],"class_list":["post-49248","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lecture","tag-khadra-yasmina","tag-roman"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49248","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=49248"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49248\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49249,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49248\/revisions\/49249"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=49248"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=49248"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=49248"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}