Bishop Teissier (after)

(…) I met him in May 2007. In each of his emails, the attention he paid you was palpable. So he only wanted to know what my future plans were at the end of last year.

I remember those afternoons when I found him in the library of the diocesan house of Algiers, answering his mail or writing the chapters of his next book. He did not hesitate to interrupt his work to ask for news, to give contacts. Rarely have I met a man with this ability to connect people with each other. Friendly, political, associative, interreligious, cultural contacts, Henri knew everyone and he entrusted us to each other to get the best out of our meetings.

I remember that Friday when he took me without giving me too much time to answer at Rachid Boudjedra’s where we were waiting, I would realize it later, the cultural gratin of Algiers came to surprise Henri with him wish her birthday.

Henri Teissier perfectly illustrated and embodied the phrase of Paul Éluard: “There are no coincidences, there are only meetings. “ He knew how to imagine them, to provoke them, to make them come true. (…)

I lived through his emotions, because he could not hide them, the History of an Algeria that I did not know, including that of his martyred brothers of whom he was the friend and the bishop, this a story in which his own story was so intimately involved.

I have always had a hard time calling priests “Father”, the dogmatic aspects of clericalism having little to do with paternal feelings. Father Teissier will remain an exception for me.

Jean-Francois Debargue




After The broken destiny of a French village, novel by Pierre Bussière published in 2016 (Pocket Edition) here is another publication about Chaudun. Chaudun, the wounded mountain, by Luc Bronner (Seuil), presented in the supplement Books & ideas of The cross of November 26, revives a local history which seems to be in tune with the times. Local history, the ideal of the isolated village, and fear of oblivion: a good formula for parties and city readers. Often far from family lands.

Martin Ollivier



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