love is a season

In the early spring of 1957, Otis Kidwell Burger and his two young children travel to an isolated house in the heart of the Catskill Mountains in northern New York, owned by a couple of friends. For a week, they are alone in this big empty house, without electricity, without telephone, in the middle of the meadows and the forest. This magical and beautiful place inspires Otis: every night she takes up her pen and explores the emotions that nature gives her. When the couple of friends join them, something is tied between Otis and the husband – something that we sees emerge or that we guess in his story. Because the love in question, in its title as in most of the fragments that constitute it, seems to be moving, protean. The arrival of man is an awakening, his summer presence a bliss, his departure a mourning. Throughout the cycle, the flight of birds, the cries of frogs, the moods of the weather reflect and magnify the flow of feelings. Otis's words draw us into his mystical connection to the natural world, then immerse us in the equally sublime power of a love that can find no destiny anywhere but in the present moment. Translated from English (United States) by Christian Garcin _________ " All right. I like. I beg your forgiveness. I took advice from the panting fish, From the birds that drink and swim in the air of the sky, And from the legged beasts in between; those know my desires ” The intimate and evocative story of a forbidden passion by Otis Kidwell Burger, an emblematic American writer still unknown in France.