Jacques Dutronc. Raphael Lafargue/ABACA for Le Figaro
CRITICAL – At 80, the singer and actor published his memoirs. A little gem with a lively, funny and detached style; the sketch of a dandy’s life.
Perched on a hill, hidden among the trees – and a few cacti scattered in the garden – the house overlooks the sea. When he arrived, the only neighboring building was a small chapel. Hotel complexes have sprouted, which line the road leading to his house. The first thing we see is his silhouette, from behind. Sitting, facing the view, on the stone terrace. He gets up to welcome us: cigar, Ray-Ban, in his khaki demobilized GI outfit, the young man of four times 20 has lost none of his seduction.
In a few days his memoirs will be released. The title was perfect: And me and me and me. It is that of his first song, a big success in the summer of 1966. He could also have titled it Memories memories. But that was Johnny. The story is tasted like a great rosé, fresh and light. With a touch of melancholy: the author now only drinks non-alcoholic beer: “Infect”, he said, refilling his gl. The child of The Trinity tells…
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