A Father, Puzzle
This book is not a novel or an embellished (auto)biography. It does not contain an ounce of fiction. No invented detail has been placed therein with the aim of imparting piquancy to the tale or padding out the text. My purpose has been otherwise: to let rise to the surface of my memory everything important—be it deeply tragic or deeply comic—that occurred between my father and me. To speak not of the man in general, and even less of psychoanalysis, but of the father Jacques Lacan was for me. It is a purely subjective work, based on my recollections of the time and a vision of things that I have arrived at today.