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La petite enfance de Michel Tremblay contient en germe la sensibilité et l'émotivité si vives de l'œuvre à venir. Quand il ouvre le tiroir de ce paradis perdu, les trésors qu'il découvre sont plus vivants et plus savoureux que jamais, parce que plus de cinquante ans ont passé, qui les ont affinés en vibrants récits. C'était l'époque où la magie de Noël opérait encore et où les gentils mensonges des adultes tenaient lieu de vérités : ceux de son frère Jacques et de sa grand-mère Tremblay, mais surtout ceux de sa mère Nana, qui mêle bonne et mauvaise foi avec un égal bonheur et dont le rire sonore fuse à travers tout l'univers de l'écrivain. [résumé de l'éditeur]

A man will endlessly torture his muscles until they shriek and complain. But he will not give in. He will take a hammer to his ceiling until the neighbors begin to watch from the window and the journalists knock at the door. He will continue to train and hack away at the house until it is finished and the trapeze is in place.

Although his parents thought he was nice and kindhearted and teachers saw him as a good boy, secretly he hated his drab, ordered world and longed for more. Then, when he was fourteen, Edward arrived at his school. Edward exuded the coolness of a latter-day Oscar Wilde. Edward listened to Patti Smith, watched Fassbinder films, knew the writings of Gore Vidal, and, one evening, would kiss him in the moonlight. Forty years old and fleeing from a life he can no longer handle, he stumbles upon the circus. Not knowing why, only that he must, he gets in his car and follows after it, refusing to listen to the doubts that plague him, determined to build a new home and family.

The Trapeze Artist draws together the past, present, and future of one life to create a work of startling dexterity and vision-a haunting and heartbreaking account of a child, a boy, a man, desperate to free himself from the suffocating weight of his desires, his family, and his grief. It speaks of what it is to grow up gay in a straight world, to be unable to communicate with those you love, of the sweat, passions, and tempers of circus life, and, above all, of the joyous longing to break free, and to swing higher and higher... [editor summary]