Sortie : 14 March 2017
272 pages
N° ISBN : 978-2-36956-053-1

Julien Leclercq

Julien Leclercq was born in 1982. He lives in Paris and the Gers region in the South West of France where he runs a communication agency called Com’Presse. He has published two essays that tried to defend business managers with a pinch of salt and cynicism (Chronique d’un salaud de patron, éd. Les Cavaliers de l’orage, and Journal d’un salaud de patron, éd. Fayard), and is currently preparing a book to showcase the bold people who work in the shadows with enthusiasm to make their country better—in striking contrast with public figures taking advantage of the crisis. L’homme qui ne voulait pas devenir président is his first novel.

L’homme qui ne voulait pas devenir président

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During the Bayonne festival, Michel, an unemployed young man, gets up on the stage at a concert and gives a passionate speech against the political class. Pushed by his own excitement and the encouraging shouts of the audience, he announces that he shall be running for the presidential elections.

His rant goes viral on the social networks, spreading out of control. Within a few days, he becomes an online sensation and media darling. And yet his sole aim is to go back to his quiet life, made of pub crawls at night, playstation games and long evenings with his mother. But his friends have decided to make the most of the opportunity.

And opinion polls are going wild about this peculiarly reluctant candidate…

L’homme qui ne voulait pas devenir président is a fast-paced novel exploiting current issues with zest and relish. A light and witty comedy, a novel to read before you vote!


“A comedy to read before voting!” Emmanuel Lechypre, BFM TV

“In a brilliant and amusing way, exploring with accuracy the possibilities of the French electoral system, the writer Julien Leclercq succeeds in staging the irresistible rise of a candidate from civil society.” Daniel Fattore