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2. It was 7 minutes after midnight. The dog was lying on the grass in the middle of the lawn in front of Mrs. Shears's house. Its eyes were closed. It looked as if it was running on its side, the way dogs run when they think they are chasing a cat in a dream. But the dog was not running or asleep. The dog was dead. There was a garden fork sticking out of the dog. The points of the fork must have gone all the way through the dog and into the ground because the fork had not fallen over. I decided that the dog was probably killed with the fork because I could not see any other wounds in the dog and I do not think you would stick a garden fork into a dog after it had died for some other reason, like cancer, for example, or a road accident. But I could not be certain about this.

I went through Mrs. Shears's gate, closing it behind me. I walked onto her lawn and knelt beside the dog. I put my hand on the muzzle of the dog. It was still warm.

The dog was called Wellington. It belonged to Mrs. Shears, who was our friend. She lived on the opposite side of the road, two houses to the left.

Wellington was a poodle. Not one of the small poodles that have hairstyles but a big poodle. It had curly black fur, but when you got close you could see that the skin underneath the fur was a very pale yellow, like chicken.

I stroked Wellington and wondered who had killed him, and why.

3. My name is Christopher John Francis Boone. I know all the countries of the world and their capital cities and every prime number up to 7,057.

Eight years ago, when I first met Siobhan, she showed me this picture and I knew that it meant "sad," which is what I felt when I found the dead dog.

Then she showed me this picture and I knew that it meant "happy," like when I'm reading about the Apollo space missions, or when I am still awake at 3 a.m. or 4 a.m. in the morning and I can walk up and down the street and pretend that I am the only person in the whole world.

Then she drew some other pictures but I was unable to say what these meant.

I got Siobhan to draw lots of these faces and then write down next to them exactly what they meant. I kept the piece of paper in my pocket and took it out when I didn't understand what someone was saying. But it was very difficult to decide which of the diagrams was most like the face they were making because people's faces move very quickly.

When I told Siobhan that I was doing this, she got out a pencil and another piece of paper and said it probably made people feel very and then she laughed. So I tore the original piece of paper up and threw it away. And Siobhan apologized. And now if I don't know what someone is saying, I ask them what they mean or I walk away.

5. I pulled the fork out of the dog and lifted him into my arms and hugged him. He was leaking blood from the fork holes.

I like dogs. You always know what a dog is thinking. It has four moods. Happy, sad, cross and concentrating. Also, dogs are faithful and they do not tell lies because they cannot talk.

I had been hugging the dog for 4 minutes when I heard screaming. I looked up and saw Mrs. Shears running toward me from the patio. She was wearing pajamas and a housecoat. Her toenails were painted bright pink and she had no shoes on.

She was shouting, "What in fuck's name have you done to my dog?"

I do not like people shouting at me. It makes me scared that they are going to hit me or touch me and I do not know what is going to happen.

"Let go of the dog," she shouted. "Let go of the fucking dog for Christ's sake."

I put the dog down on the lawn and moved back 2 meters.

She bent down. I thought she was going to pick the dog up herself, but she didn't. Perhaps she noticed how much blood there was and didn't want to get dirty. Instead she started screaming again.

I put my hands over my ears and closed my eyes and rolled forward till I was hunched up with my forehead pressed onto the grass. The grass was wet and cold. It was nice.

7. This is a murder mystery novel.

Siobhan said that I should write something I would want to read myself. Mostly I read books about science and maths. I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, "I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus."1 What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor does Siobhan or Mr. Jeavons. I have asked them.

Siobhan has long blond hair and wears glasses which are made of green plastic. And Mr. Jeavons smells of soap and wears brown shoes that have approximately 60 tiny circular holes in each of them.

But I do like murder mystery novels. So I am writing a murder mystery novel.

In a murder mystery novel someone has to work out who the murderer is and then catch them. It is a puzzle. If it is a good puzzle you can sometimes work out the answer before the end of the book.

Siobhan said that the book should begin with something to grab people's attention. That is why I started with the dog. I also started with the dog because it happened to me and I find it hard to imagine things which did not happen to me.

Siobhan read the first page and said that it was different. She put this word into inverted commas by making the wiggly quotation sign with her first and second fingers. She said that it was usually people who were killed in murder mystery novels. I said that two dogs were killed in The Hound of the Baskervilles, the hound itself and James Mortimer's spaniel, but Siobhan said they weren't the victims of the murder, Sir Charles Baskerville was. She said that this was because readers cared more about people than dogs, so if a person was killed in a book, readers would want to carry on reading.

I said that I wanted to write about something real and I knew people who had died but I did not know any people who had been killed, except Mr. Paulson, Edward's father from school, and that was a gliding accident, not murder, and I didn't really know him. I also said that I cared about dogs because they were faithful and honest, and some dogs were cleverer and more interesting than some people. Steve, for example, who comes to the school on Thursdays, needs help to eat his food and could not even fetch a stick. Siobhan asked me not to say this to Steve's mother.

11. Then the police arrived. I like the police. They have uniforms and numbers and you know what they are meant to be doing. There was a policewoman and a policeman. The policewoman had a little hole in her tights on her left ankle and a red scratch in the middle of the hole. The policeman had a big orange leaf stuck to the bottom of his shoe which was poking out from one side.

The policewoman put her arms round Mrs. Shears and led her back toward the house.

I lifted my head off the grass.

The policeman squatted down beside me and said, "Would you like to tell me what's going on here, young man?"

I sat up and said, "The dog is dead."

"I'd got that far," he said.

I said, "I think someone killed the dog."

"How old are you?" he asked.

I replied, "I am 15 years and 3 months and 2 days."

"And what, precisely, were you doing in the garden?" he asked.

"I was holding the dog," I replied.

"And why were you holding the dog?" he asked.

This was a difficult question. It was something I wanted to do. I like dogs. It made me sad to see that the dog was dead.

I like policemen, too, and I wanted to answer the question properly, but the policeman did not give me enough time to work out the correct answer.

"Why were you holding the dog?" he asked again.

"I like dogs," I said.

"Did you kill the dog?" he asked.

I said, "I did not kill the dog."

"Is this your fork?" he asked.

I said, "No."

"You seem very upset about this," he said.

He was asking too many questions and he was asking them too quickly. They were stacking up in my head like loaves in the factory where Uncle Terry works. The factory is a bakery and he operates the slicing machines. And sometimes a slicer is not working fast enough but the bread keeps coming and there is a blockage. I sometimes think of my mind as a machine, but not always as a bread-slicing machine. It makes it easier to explain to other people what is going on inside it.

The policeman said, "I am going to ask you once again . . ."

I rolled back onto the lawn and pressed my forehead to the ground again and made the noise that Father calls groaning. I make this noise when there is too much information coming into my head from the outside world. It is like when you are upset and you hold the radio against your ear and you tune it halfway between two stations so that all you get is white noise and then you turn the volume right up so that this is all you can hear and then you know you are safe because you cannot hear anything else.

The policeman took hold of my arm and lifted me onto my feet.

I didn't like him touching me like this.

And this is when I hit him.

13. This will not be a funny book. I cannot tell jokes because I do not understand them. Here is a joke, as an example. It is one of Father's.

His face was drawn but the curtains were real.

I know why this is meant to be funny. I asked. It is because drawn has three meanings, and they are (1) drawn with a pencil, (2) exhausted, and (3) pulled across a window, and meaning 1 refers to both the face and the curtains, meaning 2 refers only to the face, and meaning 3 refers only to the curtains.

If I try to say the joke to myself, making the word mean the three ... --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Relié .

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“The book gave me that rare, greedy feeling of: this is so good I want to read it all at once but I mustn’t or it will be over too soon. Haddon pulls off something extraordinary . . .” -- The Observer

“Always surprising and often hilarious.” -- The Globe and Mail

“One of the most affecting things I’ve read in years . . . it’s brilliant.” -- The Guardian

“Mark Haddon’s new novel comes with glowing endorsements from Ian McEwan and Oliver Sacks . . . For once, the pundits speak the truth.” -- The Economist

“A stark, funny and original first novel . . . [with] one of the strangest and most convincing characters in recent fiction.” -- The New York Times Book Review

“A brilliant autism novel has been overdue -- and this is it! The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. Mark Haddon shows great insight into the autistic mind, and he brings his young narrator protagonist quite wonderfully to life. I found it very moving, very plausible -- and very funny.” -- Oliver Sacks, author of Uncle Tungsten

"I have never read anything quite like Mark Haddon's funny and agonizingly honest book, or encountered a narrator more vivid and memorable. I advise you to buy two copies; you won’t want to lend yours out." -- Arthur Golden, author of Memoirs of a Geisha

The Curious Incident brims with imagination, empathy, and vision -- plus it's a lot of fun to read.” -- Myla Goldberg, author of Bee Season

“Mark Haddon’s portrayal of an emotionally disassociated mind is a superb achievement. He is a wise and bleakly funny writer with rare gifts of empathy.” -- Ian McEwan, author of Atonement

From the Trade Paperback edition. --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Relié .

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  • Broché: 288 pages
  • Editeur : Vintage (1 avril 2004)
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 0099470438
  • ISBN-13: 978-0099470434
  • Dimensions du produit: 11 x 1,8 x 17,8 cm
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31 internautes sur 32 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par Un client le 26 mars 2004
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Mark Haddon a ecrit ce livre en se mettant dans la peau de Christopher, un adolescent soufrant du syndrome d'Asperger. Ce syndrome est une forme legere d'autisme caracterisee par une incapacite d'interaction avec le monde en general et une capacite logique et memorielle superieure (curieusement sur-represente dans les departements de mathematiques et physiques des universites d'Oxford et Cambridge, mais je m'egare ;-).
La vie de Christopher, bien rangee entre son papa et son ecole change dramatiquement le jour ou il decide d'ecrire un roman policier. Je ne vais pas deflorer l'histoire, somme toute banale d'un adolescent perdu principalement dans sa tete, mais ce qui rend ce livre passionant, c'est son style faussement naif et l'approche que l'auteur a choisi. Imaginez une histoire racontee par Rainman, incapable de ressentir des emotions que le lecteur -lui- comprend fort bien. Imaginez un univers ou des conversations banales sont des actes de bravoures, ou un hall de gare est un enfer et ou le jaune et le brun rendent malade... puis imaginez un brin de fantaisie et d'humour bien placee et surtout une naivete revelatrice. Quand vous aurez fini d'imaginer, aller chercher ce livre, vous ne serez pas decus.
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13 internautes sur 13 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par D. Legare TOP 1000 COMMENTATEURSVOIX VINE le 27 juin 2004
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Try to imagine a distorted dimension where both facts and events are dissociated from the common natural emotions of life. It is a world which is indeed both scary and impossible to understand. That's how Mark Haddon very successfully pictures the mind of an autistic child, Christopher Boone. Christopher is brilliantly logical, as some autistic people are and, like a detective, he will naively and persistently try to discover who killed his neighbour's dog. By doing so, he will uncover some facts which will deeply alter his own life. It 's really difficult to put it down once you've started reading this beautiful and funny book.
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6 internautes sur 6 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par Dr. Bojan Tunguz le 31 mai 2011
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This is one of the most original and spellbinding novels I've read in years. It is written from a perspective of an autistic teenage boy in an incredibly convincing way. The book starts as a murder-mystery, and although the murder of a dog may not sound like the most pressing crime that you need to read about, the reader is quickly drawn into the story. What makes the whole situation unique is precisely the autistic perspective of the narrator. The familiar world that we all take for granted is transformed, and the crime mystery is that much deeper due to the fact that the protagonist is striving to understand the world that he lives in on top of the facts of the crime. As the story progresses we become more and more taken by the protagonist, and manage to rediscover some of the basic truths about our own lives from a new and honest perspective.
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5 internautes sur 5 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par Elenwë VOIX VINE le 20 mai 2012
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Christopher, 15 ans, autiste de haut niveau, retrouve Wellington, le chien de sa voisine, tué par une fourche. Il décide alors d'écrire un livre dessus et de résoudre ce mystère...

Je me souviens qu'un de mes camarades de classe avait présenté ce livre (bon en français, on avait 12 ans) et que malheureusement, il n'avait pas eu beaucoup de succès... je faisais moi-même partie des gens qui trouvaient que ce livre était trop bizarre, voire (hum, hum) nul.
Et puis on m'en a reparlé pendant un cours portant sur l'autisme et là, j'ai été curieuse et j'ai décidé de lui donner une chance.
Ce qui est sûr, c'est que j'admire l'auteur, cela semble très juste. Mais je ne peux m'empêcher de me demander si certains autistes de haut niveau ont eu la possibilité de lire ce livre et ce qu'ils en ont pensé.
Et est-ce que cet homme s'est appuyé sur ce qu'il a pu observer en travaillant avec eux, ou leur a-t-il demandé de participer ?

En tout cas, ce qui est sûr, c'est qu'on se laisse prendre au jeu, même si la "première partie" m'a paru un peu fastidieuse. Christopher est tellement carré, précis dans ses propos, sa façon de penser, bref, pour tout, que parfois c'en est un peu pesant. Et en même temps ça rend le tout plus réaliste.
Sans oublier le style. Simple, enfantin presque, et pourtant toujours logique, toujours précis, mais l'histoire est un peu décousue puisque d'un chapitre sur l'autre on peut passer d'un thème à un autre.

Au final, c'est un livre bien sympathique, qui nécessite peut-être un peu de maturité pour pouvoir pleinement l'apprécier mais qui vaut le détour.
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2 internautes sur 2 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par Jean-loup Sabatier TOP 500 COMMENTATEURS le 4 mars 2011
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J'ai trouvé ce livre à la fois passionant et d'une grande lisibilité (même en anglais).

Le héros du roman est un jeune homme de 15 ans, atteint d'une forme d'autisme de haut niveau, qui s'aventure rarement au delà du bout de sa rue. Un soir, il trouve le chien de sa voisine mort dans le jardin de sa voisine et décide d'enquêter pour savoir qui l'a tué. L'enquête le mènera bien plus loin que ce qu'on pourrait imaginer au premier abord, lui faisant découvrir des choses sur ses voisins, sa famille, son entourage qu'on ne soupconnait pas.

Pour préciser le terme "autiste" que j'ai employé ci-dessus, le héros est atteint du syndrome d'Asperger, dans lequel le sujet est incapable de déceler les expressions faciales ni les signes d'émotion chez les autres, il n'a aucun moyen de détecter l'état d'esprit de ses semblables, et n'a qu'une très vague modélisation de l'humeur des gens qui l'entourent. Il ne comprend pas le second degré, ni la métaphore, ni la plaisanterie. Il a par contre de grandes aptitudes au raisonnement déductif et de grandes prédispositions aux mathématiques.
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