On September 2nd, Philippe Garbit, with great pleasure, unearthed an astonishing archive of crime at various times, whether real or fictional. To listen again in podcasts.
Does the perfect crime exist? We are in October 1948 and, according to the presenter of the radio station La Tribune de Paris, this package is fashionable in America. Around him, in the studio: René Piedelèvre, medical examiner, Jacques Isomo, lawyer, and Thomas Narcejac, writer. The discussion is going well. Nobody agrees. And if the perfect crime was only a novelist’s invention decided to show the extent of his creativity? Unless it is the work of a professor of forensic medicine, aware of all the pitfalls to be avoided by the murderer in search of anonymity. A pragmatic speaker cuts the class at the table: “If we know that there is a crime, the crime of this fact is no longer perfect. ” Exhumed from the depths of Radio France by the producer Philippe Garbit , this archive is part of a fascinating sound file entitled” The night special police, gendarmes, and some criminals! To podcaster on the France Culture website.
“In real life, I hate killers and bad guys,” says Philippe Garbit. But without them, what would be bored … ” Fervent admirer of Arsene Lupine, he admits however that it would be silly to become a murderer when there are so many in the novels (1). He therefore takes pleasure in finding, for Les nuits de France Culture, sounds about criminals of all kinds. Among a dozen radio rarities, we indulge in the French adaptation of L’Ombre d’un doute, by Hitchcock . A dark history of killer old rich ladies, played on the radio by Michèle Morgan and Jean-Pierre Aumont in 1946 . A 1963 conference also attracts attention. For thirty minutes, Maître René Floriot gives a perky voice to the judicial errors and plunges us into a world before the scientific police, where “if justice is wrong, it still has a number of excuses when we see all those who strive to mislead it ” . Not very reassuring if you are an honest citizen, rather encouraging if you are a criminal. The floor is also for the police. The essayist Bruno Fuligni echoes the testimonies left by representatives of the law from 1800 to 1939. Far from relying on a moralistic literature, their stories even betray, in some cases, “an admiration, an indulgence for this or that mobster” . At the end of this listening (cathartic?), We will follow the wise advice lavished by Garbit in the preamble of his Special Night: “Let’s renounce to transform ourselves into a criminal.”