Chloé Delaume owes her first name to the woman who, in L’Écume des jours, dies of water lily cancer. Through this little book, she stages the relationship she has with Boris Vian. It will be a question of knowing how to address this most particular of deaths. And to pull on the thread of memories: it is in adolescence that she met Vian, through L’Écume des jours. To return to that night of reading, to what, in this text, made her aware of what the word literature meant.
