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[null,"1.","Record Nr.",null,"UNINA9910465176903321"]
[null,null,"Autore",null,"Probst Jacques"]
[null,null,"Titolo",null,"Huit monologues / / Jacques Probst"]
[null,null,"Pubbl/distr/stampa",null,"Orbe : , : Bernard Campiche Editeur, , [2005]"]
[{"$nulls":4},"©2005"]
[null,null,"ISBN",null,"2-88241-371-8"]
[null,null,"Descrizione fisica",null,"1 online resource (414 p.)"]
[null,null,"Collana",null,"Théâtre en camPoche. Répertoire"]
[null,null,"Disciplina",null,"808.8245"]
[null,null,"Soggetti",null,"Monologues"]
[{"$nulls":4},"Electronic books."]
[null,null,"Lingua di pubblicazione",null,"Francese"]
[null,null,"Formato",null,"Materiale a stampa"]
[null,null,null,"Livello bibliografico","Monografia"]
[null,null,null,"Note generali","Description based upon print version of record."]
[null,null,"Nota di contenuto",null,"Lise, l'île (1976); Torito (1982); La lettre de New York (1988); Le Banc de touche (1990); Torito II (1991); Ce qu'a dit Jens Munk à son équipage (1994); Chabag (1999); La Maison rose (2004); Quelques notes de jour, quelques notes de nuit (2004); Aldjia, la femme divisée (2004); Notes"]
[null,null,null,"Sommario/riassunto","Voici une voix singulière, charpentée et fragile.Voici un coup de poing de tendresse première.Voici une parole de galets et de ronces, polie par le torrent, sanguine sous l''épine.Chaque monologue de Probst est une musique particulière, une partition construite sur le souffle, dans le matériau langagier le plus juste, et certainement le moins complaisant.Il faut «du coffre» pour faire résonner ces solitudes.Il faut que ça swingue, que ça jazze, que ça balance, que ça mâche et ça décape!Il faut se laisser prendre par cette scansion si personnelle et si fascinante.C''est un hoquet fondateur, aux"]