C'est Moi

C'est Moi is a collection of stories that watch people closely-what they do, what they carry, what they leave behind-and refuse to explain any of it. No motives, no alibis, no comforting psychology. A man keeps a flask he never drinks from and a forged deed he never uses. A woman ends a marriage by arranging the objects on a table. A teenager is shoved into a brothel stairwell as a joke, given a single sentence to fulfill, and spends eight years learning what it meant. A wartime rescuer is summoned de‑ cades later to account for how much danger he truly faced. Every story ends at the moment most fiction begins: the explanation.

What remains is action, consequence, and the world's reply.

C'est Moi is a stark, gripping collection about belonging, obligation, and the stories people tell about themselves-told by a writer who refuses to tell those stories for his characters, and leaves the reader to judge what each gesture means.
Ron Morin writes in the hard, behaviorist tradition of Jean‑Patrick Man‑ chette, whose work he discovered as a student in Paris. Like Manchette, Morin strips away interior monologue-not to deny inner life, but to deny narrative the right to turn inner life into excuse. Violence, alien‑ ation, and survival are not framed as personal failings. They belong to the institutions and social structures that produce them.