On her book Deux secondes d’air qui brûle.
Hosted by students from Universités Paris 3 and Paris Cité (UFR LAC, referent teacher: Lise Wajeman)
Between Paname and its suburbs: a neighborhood, a parking lot, a wasteland, rooftops, a slab. Car trunks, camping chairs, motocross saddles and window sills, to sit back and observe the world being made and unmade. A pyramid, as a landmark, right in the middle of it all.
Astor, Chérif, Issa, Demba, Nil and the others have known each other all their lives and share everything from small adventures to big barbecues, not to mention the police harassment they endure on a daily basis.
One summer evening, during yet another police stop, one of them is shot dead. One drop, one ocean, too many. The uprising begins, methodical, unexpected. Collective.
Diaty Diallo
Diaty Diallo a grandi entre les Yvelines et la Seine-Saint-Denis, où elle continue d’habiter aujourd’hui. Elle pratique depuis l’adolescence différentes formes d’écriture : de la tenue journalière d’un Skyblog à quinze ans à la rédaction d’un livre aujourd’hui, en passant par la création de fanzines et la composition de dizaines de chansons. Deux secondes d’air qui brûle est son premier roman.
Diaty Diallo grew up between Yvelines and Seine-Saint-Denis, where she continues to live today. Since her teens, she has been involved in various forms of writing: from the daily running of a Skyblog at the age of fifteen to the writing of a book today, via the creation of fanzines and the composition of dozens of songs. Deux secondes d’air qui brûle is his first novel.
