Country : France
Address : 69, rue Ampère 75017 Paris
Phone : 01 48 24 53 64 - Fax : 01 45 23 17 36
Born in Vierzon, in 1896 - Deceased in Paris in 1959 ? Publisher
Raoul Breton spent all of his childhood in the small village of Nouan-le-Juzelier, located in George Sand favorite?region.
He decided to launched his publishing company in 1933 after having discovered the ?immense? talent
of Damia and that not less immense of Jean Nohain and Mireille. Here was going to begin this marvellous adventure of sung poetry. The meeting with Charles Trenet marked a capital date in the life and the work of Raoul Breton. Taking under his wing this young fellow called "the insane singer" coming from his native Roussillon it helped it to cross fulgurating them stages which will in record time make of Charles Trenet an international artist of foreground.
Raoul Breton will discovered and support then new talents such as, Charles Aznavour, Gilbert Bécaud and Felix Leclerc.
Behind this face at the same time smiling and closed remained a joke. If he never wrote poems or music he was inhabited by music and poetry. Facing with courage the insurmountable difficulties against which always ran up creative truths it made problems its thing and reduced to current details what was barriers, incomprehension and traps.
He knew by instinct what was beautiful and what was not it, which was "public" and what was not it.
Its Publishing Company was open to everybody and each one. Here, one drew hope at source. For little that a timid and dubious talent passed to its sides, it had early made locate it, to consolidate it, to guide it to make a radiant and happy flame of it. Each combat delivered by one of its artists was its own combat. It played there its life with free or double.
It thus became in a few years one of the Parisian Publisher more in sight then one of the international publishers with dimensions.
Trenet, Aznavour, Bécaud knew well that they could count on him at each second.
Raoul Breton was an oak and they clung to its branches for little that a drift was announced.
Then one day, alas! Raoul took a boat towards New York where often it went. It was the ship of the last voyage. Because it is there that an evening all cracked in a few seconds. A death ?a la? Cocteau where one does nothing but cross a mirror.
And it was for all the major sorrow and truest. But each one as thought as it remained there, present and faithful since the remote grounds for still guiding and advising.
Mrs Raoul Breton his wife with an admirable courage faced at once and took in hand intended her Publishing firm to which it continued to give life and prestige.
In this high place of Méré that so many actors, singers and authors it was normal that Raoul Breton was celebrated. That its enthusiasm and working life is concretized here. This cheerful Méré in its heart where after the rest of the weekends it remains now for the final and infinite rest.
When the passers by of Sunday pass on this small so pastoral place, that they can see in this testimony drawn up there, the burning existence of a soft and sincere man who employed his years to be made sing the universe.
Source of Raoul Breton?s state