Biography

Where are the French people today, what has become of the concept of people? Is there still a sufficient community of fate, the possibility of a "we" ? There are no clans, shades of skin in distress, there is just rich and poor and between them that extra emptyness that Jean-Eric Boulin identifies with his intelligence, his vision and his love of the invisible. (From the back cover)

The voice of his book betrays a sacred character, a diamond rage, a sense of rhythm and of the word. At 28, Jean-Eric Boulin made a loud entrance onto the tidy, well-ironed stage,of the young French novel. Here is someone who can not be accused of ignoring the world around him! Supplément au roman national is France in the trenchers. A charge with heavy weapons against the social and democratic decay in the 1990s and 2000,collapse of the republican project, widening gap between rich and poor, obvious failure of integration policies. Jean-Eric Boulin dedicates his text to "the invisible", stands alongside the excluded, the precarious piles of RER, stigmatizes the mirages of accumulation, advertising and images, and tears with a great voracity the arrogance and vanity of the rich of all kinds, all-Paris Saint-Germain-des-Pres, Guillaume Durand and his "crowd of congratulators" Frederic Beigbeder who speaks so well of "the problems of those who have no problems "and... Francois Hollande who pays for all policies. Overall, it was France itself that disappeared into the eyes of Boulin. The nation, the people no longer exist. Remains a "community of consumers' for the majority frustrated, exhausted, divided.

A sidereal void, the source of all violence he announces with large bang. No doubt Jean-Eric Boulin will be noticed. The young man has got a voice, aggressiveness, talent, humor, ideas. He is fair and hits hard. And what does it matter if tone is not his principal quality. Anger often has salutory virtues. (Michel Abescat, Telerama, August 26, 2006)

" "This story spreads hatred to harmony", he proclaims, in the introduction, sounding like a troubadour of the bugle to capture the attention and put the public into condition. For this book is not a novel. Rather, it is a song from the contemporary gesture, timed as the slam, part poetry, part politics, oscillating between dream and rage." (Astrid Larminat, Le Figaro, 24 August 2006)