To unite the thoughts, reflections and aphorisms which make up "Heureux les fêlés...", Françoise Audouard, Yvan's wife, reread each of the eighty-odd books of her husband's bibliography: Provençal tales, polemic essays, detective novels, novels and other subject-specific books.
Yvan Audouard always showed a preference for witty remarks, French haikus, and the epigram. But his talent wasn't confined to after-dinner wit.
With time he acquired a wisdom which he would share with everyone in the form of a sort of Provençal Buddhism.
You need only close your eyes to imagine yourself by his side, in the criss-crossing shadows of the apricot tree and fig tree of his garden in Fontvieille, the heart of his Provence, the centre of his world.