Dans le cadre du festival de conte «les jours sont contés»
I met “The Little Man on the Tile,” by Manuel Mujica Láinez, when I got to fifth grade. I read it aloud to my grandmother all school year long. My grandmother adored the little man on that tile as fervently as she abhorred his nemesis, Madame La Morte, who – like my grandmother – had a soft spot for everything arrived from France, for stories that ended happily ever after, and for kidskin shoes.
It is through these soft spots that “Mimi & Madame La Morte” restories the ties my grandmother forged with me, with her life and with her death. From her life, I learned that a good story keeps many lights intact: the light of those we love, the light of those who love us, the light of who we are, the light of who we will be. From her death, I learned that yesterday, today and tomorrow, are only as true as their stories.
– Marta Singh