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60, G.Morris.Dumoulin

GILLES MORRIS-DUMOULIN - VIC SAINT-VAL

G.MORRIS.DUMOULIN !!!... At least 200 novels!

G.Morris.Dumoulin! ... A familiar name to readers of thrillers. I believe it started in the 50s, in the collection Mystery, now defunct. Then he moved to the City Press and the Black River in collections: Special- Police, Espionage, Anticipation. Total books: At least 200, under various pseudonyms: G. Morris, Geo Morris, GM Dumoulin Gilles Dumoulin, and the famous Vic Val Saint

And this man of a certain age continues to write to the Argan editions.

Some blankets, always Michel Gourdon .

Uun text sent by G.Morris-Dumoulin following a telephone conversation ... We have lunch together during my trip to Paris for the book fair in March 2009.

launched very soon (by the death of his father) on the labor market, GMD carries, 15 years, the profession of bookkeeper and executive secretary at an importer of raw cotton. Grown in parallel in Le Havre, his hometown, the songs of Charles TRENET and methods ASSIMIL . Then went to Paris "where he sings his own songs in various institutions and founded an association of young amateur actors called ROAD MONTE, which plays in theaters in the suburbs, three rooms, two of which carry her signature.

Title THIRST ABSOLUTE, his first novel philosophical satire earned him two beautiful letters from Paul Fleming and Gaston Gallimard before being accepted at Denoël ... and rejected ... on his good looks, somehow, because he was told: "What, you only have twenty! So this story of a man of fifty or more, it's bogus? Not lived? "

Youth, at the time, was not a selling point.

Straddling 45/46, he spends a few months as an interpreter-cablemen in the delusional atmosphere, murderous camp repatriation of U.S. troops PHILIP MORRIS. Y raises, not without taking some risks, the nest egg required to marry the young dancer-actress met through WHEEL MOUNTED.

One year later when the child appears, farewell hunt dahu, bye-bye theatrical and musical ambitions. Gille Maurice translated, the chain of English, German, Italian and a sprinkling of other languages, anything that comes into his leg.

Many thrillers (whose Mike Hammer Mickey Spillane.)

But also, the Young Lions, Industry Focus BOTH MEN WILL THE CARNIVAL OF THE GODS and other major bestsellers after the war.

Concurrently, he began a career as a crime author. Just missed in '48, THE GRAND PRIZE OF NOVEL ADVENTURES will, that year to Thomas Narcejac. Then wins in 55, the GRAND PRIZE of crime fiction to murder, MY BROTHER (often reprinted), a polar-document 100% authentic about what life was like in camp PHILIP MORRIS and-a half-devastated HAVEN by war. As it should, absolutely, sign U.S. GILLES-MAURICE becomes, naturally ... G. MORRIS. Besides its wide

hundred "translated" - thank you assimilated! - G. Morris today, to his credit, nearly or more than 200 novels published in the BLACK RIVER and THE CITY PRESS. Approximately one third of police and espionage, a third of science fiction .. And third novels of adventure on biting anticipation signed his second nickname, VIC SAINT-VAL, which, while favoring the action, humor and eroticism, denounce the great dangers of our time.

VIC SAINT-VAL IN HELL has received in 71, Golden Palms of the novel espionage. Written from 70 to 80 some of his stories are made since then ... and three it was within the meaning of the term cinématopgrphique, but producers, for stupidity, perhaps, to have purchased the rights ... Nobody is perfect!

G. MORRIS, fortunately, also met in the film, enough fine people with whom he worked on many films (including the first two investigations brought to the screen, the Commissioner-SAN Antonio, who is infinitely more successful in their time, that the recent big-budget version) for solace of amputations, in his own stories, patented by biting the profession.

Title The convict Underwood of his autobiographical anecdotal zigzag traces forty years of practice of literary marathon. Released under the signature of hybrid-GILLES MORRIS DUMOULIN, she was warmly received by the press, from The Cross to Chained Duck, via Minute and many provincial newspapers.

Always translator of the left hand, he is currently working from right to various personal projects and comes to script-fits-talk one of the last film by Raoul Ruiz.

Having spent his life in strips, alternating the different strings to his bow, GILLES MORRIS-DUMOULIN always follows with the same enthusiasm, the trajectory of his arrows. Undeterred though some miss their target.

Everyone is not called William Tell.

Imagenes De Denise Milani 2010

few book covers for Mario Ropp

The years pass, change blankets, Michel Gourdon, the designer, excels! ... The Master Speaks!

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Author 60s, Mario Ropp

Finally, I found her!

unfortunately died in 2007 at the age of 90. Angry against practices such as intensive cultivation, animal husbandry in battery ... Finally, the full horror of our present society ... Can give wrong? ... Certainly not!

I book an interview, which goes back 10 years, through the former mayor of his village who had known her regularly.

"The bike was in very good condition, Alain legs too. By setting a basket on the luggage rack he could go shopping at Auxon , five miles away because, Spirits Puiseaux , there was nothing, no grocer .... only the servant of the post office that sold cigarettes, candy, chewing gum, batteries, compost for pot plants begonia bulbs and ... "
Thus begins a fantastic new detective story of 220 pages long, published by Editions Black River, Paris, 1979.





author for his name, Mario Ropp. To be more precise name or nickname for this character because that took place in the range of publications in this brilliant collection called Maia Devillers. You read that right: the signature of Mario Ropp lurks a woman who has lived long in Bordes.



I wanted to know a little better than who wrote hundreds of manuscripts, especially novels and published over a hundred .... That a major newspaper defined and in the 1970s: "a quaint little woman, wisp in a perpetual state of frenzy, buzzing ball of energy, power, fierce and indomitable, armored kindness and simplicity."

was the Mario Ropp years of 1970-1980.

Today, she will not say anything. Maia writes more. It is true that she is happily more than 80 spring on his shoulders became frail it often covers a shawl close to the color of his hair, that is to say, silver.

So I went to the edges, which extends the hamlet town of Eaux- Puiseaux on the edge of the lower slopes of the forest Othe to try to interview our famous novelist.

Mario Ropp may be there, behind a wrought iron gate arabesque, grid blue rabbits, it seems ... Behind this gate, a green leafy identifies the field. The small house of the novelist lies just to the right, but we did not notice right away. When you cross the dam, all strikes the mind. He mingled smell fascinating.

Maia is there, planted under the tiny porch. She should expect. A little hesitant the ear, on the defensive ... She listens to the few sentences that I debit as an introduction. She immediately understood the purpose of my visit, and to my surprise, she seems willing to let soften.

We penetrate quickly into the mysterious cave, strange. I will not go inside his house because I want to respect the privacy of this great lady of writing police. Certainly impressed by what my eyes discovered, I asked the question whether the more banal:
- Maia, at what age did you start writing?
- I started to 13 years by worms, it often sharpens his pen through poems. Then I wrote romance novels. For me it was an outlet, but I quickly came to "police". I must have 20 years.
- Maia, what attracted you to this genre?
- The psychological, logical, surely excavated during the war, I lived with my parents. I wrote in my locked room, as they told me: "This is not writing that you will earn your crust." So, to prove and prove to me especially that I could do something else, I I worked for several months in Paris, in a workshop broaching, shipping newspapers. I packed all day "Valiant Heart" or " brave souls."

novelist's eye lights up ... Here it is fully within his universe, in his memoirs. I'm not there. It forage few moments with both hands through his hair silver and continues:
- Ouagadougou, Bobo Dioulassa : Africa! These two city names paraded before my eyes daily. One day, I could not resist the temptation. I had four years of artwork decorating under my belt, endorsed by certificate of graduation from the School Superior Decorative Arts. I was introduced to Theodore Monod , Director of the French Institute Black African who was looking for a designer. My test was enthusiastic and, in 1950, I sailed for Dakar where I stayed three years. Then, serving French Office of Scientific Research and Technology Overseas . I traveled up to 1958, the Ivory Coast to Senegal. I was drawing, but also wrote. One day at the end of a holiday spent in France, I was sitting in a bank waiting for the call my number, sitting next to a man reading "a publishing contract" from Black River home. The same evening, I rue Vercingetorix which I brought to the big boss of the "Box," a manuscript retyped and corrected by machine.
- It was agreed ? I murmured.
- No: "It is very well written, I he said, after having traveled, but it lacks a little something that we can consider its publication." I was furious. I relaunched offering him another manuscript, "game without joy, "which was accepted and published.
- But how did you write a novel?
She had an ample gesture to indicate his ignorance ....
- Hundreds ... but many are never out of the bottom of my drawers. A hundred was published in "Black River" and a dozen at " Ditis ," house for which I worked before it disappears. I also wrote a little for another house editions.
- But do you sometimes translated?
- Yes, of course, first in Italian, but also German, English as well as Finnish. In addition, some of my novels had the honor of newspapers Regional and radio through a program of Germaine Beaumont : "the hour of mystery." And then, a movie also "drugs, vice," but I will not go because the film has completely misrepresented my novel, as well as the telefilm for TV: "Isabel does not like it" with Anne Gaelle ...
- Maia, how do you write ?
- Every day, 365 days a year. The morning I blackened paper. Completely exhausted. In the afternoon, I tinker, I was treating my animals. I walked too ... I had 8 days 3 weeks to write a novel and about 15 days to rework it.
- Did you have your head in a frame accurate at the time of writing the first line?
Maia stared!
- Not! I had a vague idea of the plot, yes ... but nothing definite. Sometimes it was only in the last pages of a manuscript that I uncover my "guilty."
- Actually, you same survey you!
- Exactly, this allowed me, from a starting point to arrive at my discretion, to completely different outcomes, see opposite.
- And your characters, Maia?
- beings of normal size which, placed under conditions such that under any momentum, they are driven to murder. The names, I was fishing in the maps to avoid giving my characters real identities.

- But why do you write ?

Maia almost startled.

- This is THE QUESTION! It is difficult to answer ... perhaps to relax or entertain people, or just for fun.

- Maia, if you please , we know a lot about the novelist Mario Ropp but I want you to talk to you now. Your life as a woman after all ... your passion after writing ... I see, for example, that you are still surrounded by animals.

- Animals, I've always had, or almost. I had dogs, cats, a monkey, a rabbit as big as my fist Polish, more than 100 birds, a myriad of fish. I remember a Beagle Rebecca, who took the 1 st awards at dog show Troy ... a pony, Fritz, ducks, geese, etc. ... I forget and surely.

- But why all these animals? And people, men?

- I'm all alone and I need affection. You see, we never people when they want. The beasts, however, are still available. They are like children, helpless, with their big innocent eyes. The animals trust me and it would be abominable to betray that trust.

Franchise Maia sudden bursts in response. She almost apologizes for his selfishness and even his paranoia. Can we talk now about this and that. I learn from her mouth she rebelled against mass production, excessive current growers. She warned me: "The campaign will burst one time or another for trying to produce too ..." Or, she expressed her distress when she hears a chainsaw. She said: "Nothing makes me more unhappy than a fallen tree that has just been shot."

We maintain again and again. There's more plot, more stress. All subjects are good: politics, U.S., De Gaulle , Paris, his withdrawal here in this hamlet of Les Bordes, singers, especially flowers, music, wheats muris waving in the breeze she watches every morning push, turn yellow, but she does not like to see cut, eaten by the huge harvester ... and always, always, his novels.

When we parted, the sun is hidden behind the trees of his forest, forest Othe nearby. The hours are stalk without I once thought to check my watch, time mistress. I thank Mario Ropp, finally, Maia Devillers, for having conducted his life and often opened his heart ...

On the way home, I try to collect my thoughts and find a phrase to describe this little woman so endearing.

I would simply say, "Maia, child of the bourgeoisie Alsatian strange girl devoured by various passions: sculpture, drawing, trips. Without indulging in rose water to his first love, she chose the book to distract us ... THANK Mario Ropp and thank you Maia Devillers.



Courtesy former mayor of Waters Puiseaux . Roger Balesse

Photo: puisotin . com.

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Finally, I have time before me

Hello.





I just finished writing my latest thriller ... Phew!


It will be released in May 2009. Its title: "The Vampire Brehat. 'For a few weeks I'll be able to devote myself to my blog and put interviews with authors of books the golden age of espionage and crime novels.
To do this, I received valuable assistance from several people who, like me, are passionate about this period. I especially thank Michel Menard, Aix-en-Provence, René Barone, Marseille and Paul Maugendre. Without them I would not be where because research is difficult to find those who wrote under pseudonyms and, often, patience has been rewarded.
I got in touch with Andre Caroff, who continues to write to "White River editions."
An interview should follow. Similarly
Fred Noro ... but there, the man drew a line and, apparently, does not wish to interview ... still waiting his response to a questionnaire. Otherwise, I'll put some photos of her books to recall some good memories for some.

Georges Dumoulin-Morris, the man in the 200 novels published and continues. We chatted on the phone talking nice, or even more ... and we must meet in Paris at the book fair.

I wait, and in a few days, the interview with Mike Cooper, a woman. There was very little Black River at that time.

Here, immediately, after lengthy research, we found Mario Ropp ... unfortunately died in 2007 at the age of 90 years. Through the former mayor of his village who had interviewed her, I give you block his paper.

More interviews will follow.



Patience!



Michel.