Roman Sardo. ©Philippe Matsas/Leextra via opale.photo
PORTRAIT – His father sings, his brother plays and lives with his pen. He was revealed by his medieval thrillers, which earned him great success. His latest book is about love.
Romain Sardou entered his father’s library like Sartre entered his grandfather’s. “I revered them, these standing stones“, writes the author of Words. “Sometimes I approached to observe these boxes which split like oysters and I discovered the nudity of their interior organs, pale and moldy leaves, slightly puffy, covered with black veinlets, which drank ink and smelled of mushrooms. »
At the mention of this scene, Romain Sardou’s very gentle eyes light up. “It’s exactly that…”he thinks, seated at the restaurant Le Nemours. My father, who was a great reader, collected old books, I remember their smell… Above all, you shouldn’t touch them. Smirking, he admits: “Obviously I touched it.” Like other curious children before him, this is how Romain Sardou began to read. Walter Scott first, a safe bet for this “kid fond of adventure stories”. Then, of course, Dumas…
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