To powerful Grard Lebovici, with a cordiality that is a little distrustful at the moment (12/1/77), but not feigned.

[1] Published by Gallimard, 1976 (Manchettes dedication was added at the last possible minute).

I learned on 6 January from Jean-Claude Zylberstein that you banned a translation by my wife and another one by me from appearing in the Chute Libre Collection. The same day, then with more details on 11 and 18 January, Jean-Claude Zylberstein transmitted to me explanations that, unfortunately, did not appear perfectly intelligible to me. I telephoned Artmedia on 7 January to ask if you would see me, and I was told Id be called back, but I wasnt. I ask you a second time to receive and enlighten me (I can be reached by telephone during the afternoon, as I told your secretary), or to respond to me in writing if you prefer. All the same, if you are too busy with your affairs, or if estimate that the explanations given to me by Jean-Claude Zylberstein namely, that the Spirit of the World, incarnated in Editions Champ Libre, cannot in any way be associated with a recuperator of my caliber or the wife of a recuperator of my caliber are sufficient [for you], well, they will be sufficient for me, too.

My wife isnt associated with my request for clarification, and the fact is that, concerning your behavior toward her, one has a hard time seeing what you might say that would be honorable or sensible. I am no longer interested in seeing you or reading [anything from] you.

I have indeed not had the time to meet with you: it is by writing that I must respond to your letter.

Jean-Claude Zylberstein committed a deplorable blunder by asking your wife to translate a text from the English. This blunder was worsened when he made the same request of you.

When I learned of them, I informed Jean-Claude Zylberstein that I wanted no contact with you, even through an interposed spouse, for a subordinate work in a collection as marginal as Chute Libre (I havent forgotten that, in a different era,[1] you came up with this title).

Thus I have prohibited the publication of these works, and I asked Jean-Claude Zylberstein to cease all contact with you.

Keeping in mind what Champ Libre is today, and the general line of orientation that I defined, especially by the dismissal in November 1974 of the salaried incompetents,[2] opportunists who have since then realized their program at [Editions] Sagittare, my decision is so clear, simple and logical that it can only present problems to those who have decided not to understand it because they identify themselves with the party of the lie and falsification: you are among them.

You order me to furnish you with explanations concerning my position with respect to you and your wife, but you assured me, several days earlier, of your cordiality that is a little distrustful at the moment (12/1/77) but not feigned. Recognizing my power, you seem to seek from me some patronage to support your uncertain career in film, but you doubt what I could say that would be honorable and sensible concerning the decision Ive taken concerning your wife. To strike at you, thats OK, but at your wife? Thats too much. What crimes has she committed, to justify such intransigence? And then, without anyone asking you to do anything (especially not her, you clearly state), you make yourself a delegate tasked with finding the reason for such inexplicable arbitrariness.

Nevertheless, you must know that your letter and the formulation of your demands contain the answers to the questions you pose. But this isnt sufficient for you, so I will be more precise and satisfy you: your wife knows you better than anyone else, since she lives with you; she accepts and/or endures you this, without saying anything more about her, amply justifies my decision.

When one is what you are,[3] when one knows it, when one confesses it, not in confidence among friends, but when one writes so that the public hears about you and appreciates you hoping, no doubt, to obtain through these confessions some attenuating circumstance to the judgment of History there is a Dadaist incongruity (in the sense of [Idi] Amin Dada) in your daring to speak of honorability and reason.

Mr. Manchette, you who passed your youth writing crime novels or [writing] for Les Nouvelles Littraires (among others), you are indeed of your time, and also of your space, but from the wrong [mauvais] side.

All these things, you say, will not be automatically pardoned by you, and I say that worse than what you do are your rigged and shameful confessions that, starting today, also merit a judgment that cant be appealed: nothing coming from you or yours will ever be published by Champ Libre. To reassure you, the current prohibition will not apply to your descendants, on the condition that they have denounced what you already are and what you will not fail to become.

[1] Circa 1973.

[2] Grard Gugan, et. al.

[3] A recuperator of situationist theory.

What to say to you? The letter you sent me has almost entirely ended the irritation that you caused me. You are not what you pretend to be, and you arent even what I think [you are]. It is visible and you see it, from whence comes your pitiful over-excitation. Thus I will not take the time to correct you on this point. When you suggest that I seek your patronage to support my career, taking as your pretext a dedication that calls you powerful (the unadulterated seriousness of which cannot escape anyone) youre losing your memory, my dear Lebovici. You offered me your patronage, and I told you no. Goodbye and be well, I do not wish you any harm.

(Published in Editions Champ Libre, Correspondance, Vol. 1, Editions Champ Libre, Paris, 1978. Translated from the French and footnoted by NOT BORED! June 2012.)