I wanted to forget that girl. Forgetting it really, that is, not wanting to write more about it. To think no more than I must write about her, about her desire, her madness, her stupidity and her pride, her hunger and her blood cut. I've never made it. In Girl's Memory, Annie Ernaux plunges into the summer of 1958, that of her first night with a man, in the S colony, in the Orne. A night that was going to leave her an indelible mark, that was going to persecute her for years. Even the brave decision to rebuild it by writing it, helped by photographs and recovered letters, immersed in a search: that of his old friends, that of Him, that first man, but above all that of herself, that Annie that costs her so much understand the current Annie, in a relentless sway between yesterday and today.
