It is a wonderful lesson of courage and of art of living that Myriam gives us with this often poignant story, sometimes funny, of her descent into Hell and her recovery towards the light.
Bastards, Myriam met some beautiful specimens of them. Men who mislead her, assaulted her, without much scruples and while claiming even to love her.

Her destiny led towards the erotic theatres, the murky porn cinema, and then in the massage salon. She never gave up, never lost confidence in her lucky star.
On the contrary, in the worst situations, she always sought and found the small spark of humanity, the small ray of hope which enabled her to survive and to manage to get out.

 

Strange character, Myriam’s one. A surprising mixture of weakness, will, and dignity.  A savage determination to protect her children, never to let to them guess her distress and her anguishes and to do everything, even pulling down the mountains, to secure the children’s future, as sparkling as possible.Myriam is a woman with a hectic life. Swindles, with men, is never far, but the redemption by generosity is always present. However, even when Myriam evokes the emerged men of the shades of her past of a fix-price hetaera, she has any bitterness, any nastiness. On the contrary, sometimes, there is almost some compassion.
Body of flame is an intensive treatment against depression, which would, undoubtedly, deserve to be refunded by the Social Security.

Summary ________________________________________________

Déjy known as ”DJ”, is the small tramp of the poor, because it should be said, in the village, all are on the same level. There are only the poor, except that, some had full their belly of it and others burst hunger.

It is too hard for DJ to have lost all her dreams, and to note that the present is only a joke of bad taste. It is too hard to be already a woman before having time to grow.

How to shout her hidden sorrow so deeply in her, that it is impossible to feel or to make out through this small face which is nothing more but eyes from force of habit, become with time increasingly dark and without expression.

DJ feels useless and invisible in this house filled with people. And yes! Such is the life of this twelve year old child, dislocated by the nonsense of those which force her to carry her own shame like one trails with old slippers.
She cannot stand hearing any longer the insults which parasitize her ears and she cannot stand suffering any longer by the fault of Gilbert, this intruder, and his troop who entered the house overnight.
Who thus dared to abuse her innocence? Why did she come to think like that? And who thus dared to use her without neither limit nor shame? Who are all these bastard, these boozers, who break through the interdict? 
Perhaps simple people like us all. The rich, the poor, idiots or perhaps even people supposed to be intelligent.
And thus gently, she feels to be pushed towards the outside which detaches her from the present moment of which she does not understand immediately the real meaning, but she flies away such a bird to land in an imaginative world that she is the only one capable of transform with her own way. It is a way that many children use to escape from their terrible reality and for DJ, of to support the two long years which will follow.
Two years of persecution and blows stronger and stronger but which replace her in this obscure reality, this bestial eagerness of the other. For DJ it is a brutal alarm clock with unknown feelings which attack her: she rebels, it is finished, her rebellious spirit is back. She does not want to accept any more the intolerance of this rabble which surrounds her. It is time for her to hustle herself. It is decided, she will flee this destiny which was however very traced to her. Her double has just got the upper hand.
It is a daring and irresponsible escape for a fourteen year old young girl who is about to become outlaw.    
She advances right in front of her. Admittedly, the road to cover will not be easy, nor restful. She suspects it in spite of her youth, but nothing will be able to stop her.
Time passes and her body straighten up, to recover part of its right to the existence, its ambitions which asserting themselves more and more and as the years go along. Even if sometimes the scars ignite, and bring back the hollows of her past. From now on, each day for her is a fight against her old demons, men and money.
Admittedly, she will never be able to recover what was stolen to her, she will never be able to know what neither the unconcern nor the smile of a child is. But honestly, today, she can take again the personality which they had choked, and, if necessary, she will lie, cheat and even lose her morality for better finding it then back.

In spite of the time which passes, nothing is forgotten. Her being filled up with anger, awakes such as a volcano ejaculating its lava of contempt for the others. She advances with the sandstone of her moods, her anger and her determination symbolizing the antidote of the suffering. Her spirit is balanced between the evil and the good… Where is the good and where is the evil?
Which is thus this funny of trip strewn with undergrowth and travelling rot which still waits for her?  Nothing too malicious compared to what one did to her!

It is through the lines which will follow, that you will discover a certain truth which is not always the one some of us want to know. Then never mind for the religious nuts, the false moralists, the vampires which suck and delectate misfortune of its similar.
Because it is through all this flood of excessive overflows, that the convalescence of DJ settles finally. And she says thank you to all this human foolishness, with all these monsters which swarming in her parts. Thanks to them, today she has a certainty: she wants to be happy quite simply. To live and, if for that she has only her body and her brain, then she will make use of them.
You will discover a very particular history, which you will like or hate, but something will be taken to you… Your time.

Chapters of volume 1 ____________________________________

Chap. 1
To be pregnant and to survive despite all opposition

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Chap. 2
The escape towards Paris

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Chap. 3
The street, halls of building become her housing

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Chap. 4
DJ grows and finds stability, thanks to Christine
A simple love of teenager

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Chap. 5
Death of a dearest one which pulled her down to another universe

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Chap. 6
Her arrival in one of the famest erotic theatres
The theatre of Les Deux Boules

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Chap. 7
Erotic novel photographs, films X and erotic films
The rape

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Chap. 8
Love with a large A
Illusion is not any more!

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Chap. 9
The terrible and disturbing struggle of a mother-to-be

Chapters of volume 2 ____________________________________

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Chap. 10
Despair
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Chap. 11
Horror films

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Chap. 12
Birth of the child

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Chap. 13
Her entry in the erotic massage rooms

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Chap. 14
Police custody in the “Quai des Orfèvres”

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Chap. 15
A lover which passes and goes away

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Chap. 16
The disease of Manon

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Chap. 17
Televisions, spectacles with her sister

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Chap. 18
The car accident
Recognition

The word of the writer ________________________________________

It is after a car accident that I decided to write, within the space of one second.
I was not a human being anymore, and I did not have anything, any more…
My ravaged and dislocated body could not assume a normal existence any more.
The surgical after-effects and operations made me suffer terribly. And followed one another without end!
I got angry against the whole world (my childhood had been already stolen and today one stole me my youth), it was not right and I was especially desperate by this evil which moved me away from the others and my future projects, I discovered in spite of myself, the multiple facets of the physical and moral pain, different, certainly, but ones as intense as the others! I discovered other way of behaving, of thinking, unbearably poverties and so disconcerting that my eyes opened out on other certainties.
It is thanks to all these hardships, good ones as well as bad ones, and quite simply with the authenticity of life, that I can come through all right today… We all look like each other in waiting something or somebody which gives us or gives again the hope, the joy and the pleasure of feeling alive.
And thus I started to write my autobiographical novel Body of flame.

To come, in volume 2 ______________________________________

Beyond the lie (Date of expectation of the National publication: February 2009)

It is a surprising continuation which you will discover through the following lines. In a course, as vibrating as offhand, DJ will be the initiator, the priestess of this lust and lie worship, in this harem of males, vigorous and submissive. She knows only insidious, impostors and arrogant men whom she will use until she can’t take any more.
DJ burns, such as a blazing inferno in a bush of hypocritical, unfaithful and unfair lovers, which she will reduce to ashes. It is through these hardships, these multitudes of disputes and of emotional disorder that DJ get lost and finds her again… that DJ sink and uprooted… that DJ curses and loves herself, but DJ doesn’t know any more very well who she is…

My anger, my tears evaporate and rise in a cloud of moaning which is spread out in the sky… My claims are pulverized in a cry of burning rain of love, desire, or quite simply of a simple courtesy which turn into thousands of gold spangles, which gently and all in caress come to settle on my smile now became sincere.

 

Thanks ______________________________________

To Yves Boisset
My friend, who always has been supportive, in the worst, as well as in the good moments of my life.
To my mother
Who I respect, today, who gave me birth, who I love and made me what I am now.
Who allowed me to understand compassion and of which the glance, each day, finally make me in peace with the day.

To Gilbert
Who I thank for the blows he gave me and who offered me this marvellous gift: to show my claws and to develop my instinct which enables me to sense the attack, at every moment.

To you
My dear friends who benefited so well from my distress and took all I had. 
But who, nevertheless, taught me a thing: to get back is not to steal.
With all my love.