Five years ago, Karim Duval was transformed, for the time of a sketch, into Amaury Ladalle. A start-up character, author of the bestseller Raising your child in start-up mode (Sans complexes editions), and father of a little Dilboo – a first name “fresh, innovative, with a digital platform side, with two o to draw two eyes in the logo” –, which he wanted to raise to go, “from an early age, seek double-digit growth”. In real life, the comedian has two children, an 8 and a half year old boy and a 3 and a half year old girl. He, at 41 and a half, does not really raise them in start-up mode. The sketch is transcribed in his book Little precise culture bullshit (Le Robert, 224 pages, 13.40 euros) and appears in Y, his show – the last performance of which will take place at the Olympia on June 7. Karim Duval lives in Lyon. “When I come to Paris to play and I see parents running, I tell myself that my life is sweeter in Lyon. As a parent, when it comes to restlessness, I tend to crave less rather than more…”
Are you raising your children in start-up mode?
I hope not. I don’t have a dashboard, I don’t define a strategy growth hacking… I bring them up as it comes. It’s true that having children is a new way of managing, without hierarchy or organization. But I come across dads who put family reunions in Google Calendar and do Doodles for board games. Seeing their efforts to formalize education and family life when living a bit loose is both annoying and almost enviable.
The first time you felt like a father?
I felt like a father for the first time twice. One when my son was born. A week later, I went to the Festival d’Avignon for a month. I barely had time to realize. When I came back, finding my son, I had the impression of a second birth. This feeling, I find it since every time I come home: I feel at home, I reconnect, I need to make a soup, to cook…
Have you ever cried in front of your children?
Yes, helplessness or emotion. It’s a bit of a fiddle to tell you this, but the day my son sang a nursery rhyme for his newborn sister, I shed a tear, then two, then the whole bottle. My son looked at me as if to say ” What is happening ? “. I had just seen him become a big brother.
Worst thing you’ve said to your kids?
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