{"id":36787,"date":"2019-07-16T23:34:03","date_gmt":"2019-07-16T21:34:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/176.143.180.246\/wordpress\/?p=36787"},"modified":"2019-07-16T23:34:03","modified_gmt":"2019-07-16T21:34:03","slug":"le-prive-du-cosmos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/joubjoub.fr\/blog\/?p=36787","title":{"rendered":"Le priv\u00e9 du cosmos"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"alignright size-large is-resized\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-31422\" src=\"https:\/\/joubjoub.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/blog\/Lecture\/2019\/Le priv\u00e9 du cosmos.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size\"><strong style=\"font-size: 21px\">Auteur :<\/strong><span style=\"font-size: 21px\"> FARMER Philip Jos\u00e9<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n<hr \/>\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size\">Elle \u00e9tait belle \u00e0 couper le souffle. Elle n&rsquo;\u00e9tait pas humaine, mais il s&rsquo;\u00e9tait habitu\u00e9 aux oreilles pointues, aux dents ac\u00e9r\u00e9es, aux pupilles fendues. \u2014 Les Terriens, dit-elle, ont tout pollu\u00e9. Les nettoyeurs d&rsquo;univers ont eu raison de vidanger votre plan\u00e8te. La n\u00f4tre, elle, n&rsquo;a rien perdu de sa fra\u00eecheur. Simon avait des doutes, mais il n&rsquo;en dit rien. \u2014 Que cherches-tu, P\u00e8lerin de l&rsquo;Espace ? Le sens de la vie ? Elle se pencha en avant. La fente luisante de ses pupilles accrocha la flamme d&rsquo;un chandelier. Sa robe s&rsquo;ouvrit comme par m\u00e9garde. Simon ne savait plus ce qu&rsquo;il cherchait. La sueur perlait \u00e0 son front. Elle laissa choir sa robe \u00e0 ses pieds. \u2014 Ne cherche plus, murmura-t-elle. La r\u00e9ponse est dans mes bras. A l&rsquo;aube, il se leva en titubant, gav\u00e9 de fatigue et de passion f\u00e9line. La r\u00e9ponse \u00e9tait ailleurs.<\/p>\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size\">Philip Jos\u00e9 Farmer, n\u00e9 en 1918, pose la question originelle : pourquoi ? Pourquoi le d\u00e9sir, la souffrance, la mort ? Le priv\u00e9 du cosmos, apr\u00e8s la mort de la Terre, cherche la r\u00e9ponse dans toute la Galaxie. A l&rsquo;abri d&rsquo;un pseudonyme (Kilgore Trout), l&rsquo;auteur a trouv\u00e9 un ton picaresque et hilare, tr\u00e8s insolite chez lui.<\/p>\n\n\n<hr \/>\n<ul>\n<li><strong>Editeur :<\/strong> Folio, Science-Fiction n\u00b0268<\/li>\n<li><strong>Format :<\/strong> Poche<\/li>\n<li><strong>Nombre de pages :<\/strong> 249 pages<\/li>\n<li><strong>Genre : <\/strong><span style=\"color: #000000\">Science-fiction<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-cyan-bluish-gray-background-color has-text-color has-background has-normal-font-size\"><strong>Note :<\/strong>\u00a05 \/ 5<\/p>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Auteur : FARMER Philip Jos\u00e9 Elle \u00e9tait belle \u00e0 couper le souffle. Elle n&rsquo;\u00e9tait pas humaine, mais il s&rsquo;\u00e9tait habitu\u00e9 aux oreilles pointues, aux dents ac\u00e9r\u00e9es, aux pupilles fendues. \u2014 Les Terriens, dit-elle, ont tout pollu\u00e9. Les nettoyeurs d&rsquo;univers ont eu raison de vidanger votre plan\u00e8te. La n\u00f4tre, elle, n&rsquo;a rien perdu de sa fra\u00eecheur. Simon avait des doutes, mais il n&rsquo;en dit rien. \u2014&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[39,49,507,1225],"class_list":["post-36787","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lecture","tag-39","tag-abc2019","tag-farmer-philip-jose","tag-science-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36787","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=36787"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36787\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=36787"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=36787"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=36787"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}