Didier Jacob. “La Confession secrète de Duras”. Le Nouvel Observateur. January 4, 2013.
A journalist at La Stampa, Leopoldina Pallota della Torre met Marguerite Duras in 1987. She had to negotiate at length, she says, to convince the novelist, busy writing the screenplay for The Lover, to receive her in her apartment on la rue Saint-Benoît. The journalist remembers first seeing her from behind, tiny, very tiny, seated as always in her dusty room, cluttered with papers and stuff, elbows on her desk.
The interview, broken up by phone calls during which Marguerite held Leopoldina’s hand to stop her from noting what she was saying, would last three hours. It would be the first in a series, where Marguerite would indulge in making confessions before bringing the conversation to a brutal halt. As if he had been waiting for the signal, Yann Andréa, her companion, would arrive from another room, proposing, as usual to accompany her outside, and gently helped her into her strawberry-colored coat.
These interviews, which appeared at that time in Italy, were never reedited, and remained curiously overlooked by French publishers. But Marguerite opens up with a sort of peaceful abandon, as if she had sensed that her words would never fall on French ears.