There are times when to write one’s biography becomes difficult, not to say awkward. Difficult, because one would not know how to speak of a future that is somewhat limited; awkward, because the past to which one turns has nothing that holds the attention. It is always a little depressing to realize that one is, all things considered, an ordinary man.
This, Exbrayat Blog, comes out of nowhere. Charles Exbrayat would, had he lived longer, have been 100 years old this week. Exbrayat was a French writer and his hometown of St Etienne is in the midst of centenary celebrations which will be covered on the blog.