Copains comme chimpanzés

Project Nim  (Métropole films), de James Marsh, d'après le livre Nim Chimpsky: The Chimp Who Would Ne Human

Up ahead, Charles could see the gates of the Toneybee. He had never imagined, back in his bedroom on Chalk Street, that he would end up here, with a woman like Laurel. She made things magic for him. It was a weird kind of magic: it did not bring him anything recognizable, any sort of understood glory. It brought something deeper, something that he did not know he needed until it was in front of him. He didn’t particularly care for Charlie—he’d never liked animals much—but he did care for this, for the drive rolling out before him and the large house in front of him that was definitely not Chalk Street. He cared for what was beyond the limits of his understanding. He’d broken through, somehow, gone past his block and reached a different country. It was strange, it was new, he could not say yet whether or not it was good. But it was something he could never have imagined, and for that, he was grateful.

Callie gazed at the TV screen. Charlotte put her backpack on the ground and sat down next to her on the couch.
“I’m sorry,” Charlotte said again. “I’m sorry I have a friend.”
“I have friends, too,” Callie said. Too quickly.
“Who are your friends?”
“Charlie is my friend.”
The sadness of that sentence sat between the two of them until Charlotte stopped it. She flipped over her hand. “Charlie doesn’t count. Who are your human friends?”
“Charlie is a hominid.”
“Callie, he is not your friend.”
“He is. Charlie is my friend. Max is my friend.”
Charlie loves me more. She knew he signed to her the most, she was sure of it. […] Callie’s questions for Charlie were better. Do you miss your mother? Do you ever wish you were someone else? Do you think you have brothers and sisters? What did you dream about last night? Charlie didn’t sign back, he would only fix her with his distant stare, but Callie did it anyway. She was patient. She had time.
She was the first person who saw Charlie do it. He started to sign with his hands behind his back. […]
“You’re a genius,” Dr. Paulsen said. And her mother smiled. “Think of that, a chimp with a sense of history,” her father joked. And Max said he didn’t think it was possible, it was beyond what any one of them had imagined when they’d started. “But you could imagine it, Callie.”
She’d flushed at that, a real compliment. Overwhelmed, she ducked her head and turned to Charlie. She signed to him, You’re so smart. You are beautiful. You are the smartest brother in the world.
But Callie knew none of it mattered because Charlotte didn’t care.

Kaitlyn Greenidge - We love you Charlie Freeman (Algonquin Books-2016)

Magnifique roman que celui-ci. Je n’en suis pour le moment qu’à la moitié mais il m’émeut toujours plus à mesure que le récit progresse.
Un éditeur français va-t-il le repérer ? Et lequel ?