In April 1988, Pierre Desproges died. Humorist, very talented pamphleteerhe was rampant on the radio as well as on TV and on stage. In this very turbulent millennium, a refreshing dive into the world of derision that the chronicler of “ordinary hatred” distilled into irreverent libels is necessary.
– More cancerous than me, tumor!
– If he If it weren’t for science, unfortunate woodlice oozing blind ingratitude and crass ignorance, how many of us could enjoy our cancer for more than five years?
– Love… There are those who talk about it and there are those who do it. From which it seems urgent to me to remain silent.
– Come, vidi, vici: I came to clean the toilets! This is the title of the anthem of immigrant workers arriving in France.
– The enemy sometimes disguises itself as a geranium, but there is no mistaking it, because while the geranium is at our windows, the enemy is at our doors.
– On recognizes the redhead with his father’s hair and the shark with his mother’s teeth.
– More I know men, the more I love my dog. The more women I know, the less I love my female dog.
– The women have never wanted to carry a gun, for me it is still a sign of moral elegance.
– Yes it’s the best who leave first, what to think of premature ejaculators?
– I I’m an annoying left-hander. It’s stronger than me, I have to piss off the right-handers.
– Is never drink to excess, I don’t even know where it is.
– Is I never abused alcohol, he was always willing.
– God is perhaps eternal, but not as much as human stupidity.
– The Brain hemorrhages are less common among football players. Brains too!
– He We must not despair of fools. With a little training, we can turn them into soldiers.
– The two thirds of the world’s children are dying of hunger, while a third are dying from excess cholesterol.
– On I won’t get away from the idea that, during the last world war, many Jews had a downright hostile attitude towards the Nazi regime.
– He there are as many innocent scientists in the world as there were peasants convinced to live near the Olida factory in the suburbs of Buchenwald.
– He You always have to make a choice, as Himmler said when leaving Auschwitz to visit Holland, you cannot be in the oven and in the mill at the same time.
– He better to laugh about Auschwitz with a Jew than to play scrabble with Klaus Barbie.
– The man is the only mammal sufficiently evolved to think of sticking pokers in the eye of a lieutenant of the ship with the sole aim of making him admit the age of the captain.
– The man is unique: animals shed droppings, while man sows shit.
– Yes we only talked about what we saw, would the priests talk about God? Would the Pope talk about my sister-in-law’s IUD? Would Giscard talk about the poor? Would the communists talk about freedom? Would I talk about the communists?
– The Swarthy foreigners do nothing but prevent us from sleeping by loudly emptying our trash cans at dawn when, all doctors will tell you, white people need sleep.
– The animals are less intolerant than us: a hungry pig will eat Muslims.
– Cautiona suspect for a cop is not necessarily an Arab or a young person. There, for example, he was a Negro.
– L’intelligenceit’s like parachutes, when you don’t have one, you crash.
– GraceThanks to his intelligence, the man can screw bolts at Renault until he is sixty years old without pulling on his leash.
– L’élite of this country allows fashions to be made and undone, according to the maxim: I think, therefore you follow.
– You read Minute? No ? you are wrong! Instead of bothering to read all of Sartre, you buy a copy of Minute and, for less than ten bucks, you have both La Nausée and Les Mains sales.
– The opening of mind is not a fractured skull.
– The Monday, I’m like Robinson Crusoe, I’m waiting for Friday.
– And puis quoi, qu’importe la culture ? Quand il a écrit Hamlet, Molière avait-il lu Rostand ? No…
– The culture is like love. You have to go in small steps at the beginning to really enjoy it later.
PIERRE DESPROGES, 1KG900 OF HUMOR
Laugh and make fun of everything, but not with just anyone… That was the motto of Pierre Desproges died on April 18, 1988, to (re)discover in the All Desproges enriched with a DVD of his “bogus interviews” and texts read by some great comedians. Deeply anti-militarist since his military service at the time of the Algerian War, the irreverent comedian learned his lessons in the columns of L’Aurore, a reactionary newspaper where he wrote an absurd column. His spirit of uninhibited derision exploded in the 1980s at the microphone of France Inter, à l’heure de l’inénarrable et indémodable Court of flagrant delusions in the company of two other troublemakers, Claude Villers and Luis Régo.
For Monsieur Cyclopède addicts, you will know everything thanks to Éditions du Courroux. Desproges by Desproges reveals the man in all his facets, from the “writer” in love with language to the “intranquil” haunted by the wordrt. The sum: 1kg900 of humor and intimacy, 340 large format pages, 80% unpublished material, 600 documents (photos, manuscripts, drawings and… love letters to Hélène, his wife!) brought together by Perrine, the youngest daughter of Pierre Desproges.
« À my sister and I, Desproges gave us the step aside to look at existence,” confesses Perrine. “My father admired Brassens. One of the things he has in common with him is really the freedom to say what he thought.” Tinted with repressed concern and a deep humanity for people of lesser means, Pierre Desproges handled humor with intelligence and erudition. From words to evils, a prince of the pen who even risked himself on stage with equal success. Yonnel Liégeois
