Benjamin Whitmer may be an angry writer, but he smiles a lot, visibly delighted to talk about his literary work, which has still not been published in his own country, the United States. In France, it is at Gallmeister that we can read his chiaroscuro portrait of the American working class, inky black intrigues which follow the destinies of characters crushed by the steamroller of an American dreams. His latest novel, Dead Stars, concludes his trilogy on factory towns, these places whose beating heart is industrial activity, the vital organ according to which all social life is structured.

Full interview here.