Adèle Van Reeth: in the name of the father

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The philosopher and director of France Inter recounts the other world into which the death of her father plunged her, of which she remains inconsolable.

By Larine de Tilly

NOTi fatality, neither beings nor words console a child who loses his father. “The world goes on but it’s not the same world”, writes Adele Van Reeth. It’s another world, a world beyond, like a book or a canvas without an author. “I’m not saying that literature is useless, I’m saying that it doesn’t console. » Any woman, mother and philosopher that she is, Adèle Van Reeth remains the daughter of her “little daddy”who was 65 years old, the heart “in perfect health” and a nasty brain tumor.

For two years, more than 700 kilometers away from his daughter, he died quietly in a hospital room with pink walls. Her father is dead, that’s it, she won’t get over it. The breach will remain open and nothing will fill it. Van Reeth affirms it, thinks it and theorizes it, as s&rsquo…