Violette remembers her life, turbulent with the events of the 20th century but also with the betrayals and loves she experienced...
 In central Brittany at the beginning of the 20th century, a little girl was born with the umbilical cord around her neck. She was named Violette, given the color of her face at birth.
 The little girl quickly turns out to be an enlightened child, who goes through the First World War becoming aware of the horrors of war and develops an absolute aversion to it.
 The premature death of her father put an end to her ambitions as a teacher and she worked as a maid in the "big city of Saint-Brieuc", then left for Paris to work for Gévelot to make shells and other deadly devices, contrary to her beliefs.
 It is on the eve of the Second World War that she meets a handsome Italian fascist and falls madly in love with him. Lost between her convictions and her love, upon liberation Violette will finally be imprisoned and abandoned by her lover.
 The story of a mad and impossible love, La Vie de Violette is a hymn to life.
 With documentary precision, Jean-Pierre Paumier has written a novel of affirmed feminism, highlighting the lives of women who have lived through two wars without ever giving up.
 "...Paul Poirier had a sort of smile as he murmured Madison, always twice, like the postman. Then, on this last bad pun, he fixed the image of his Fairy behind his eyes, then turned the switch in his brain to turn off the light and everything stopped definitively. At the same moment, in a plane that was heading East, towards France, somewhere above the Ocean a magnificent young woman with blue eyes the color of a northern lake felt her heart fill with the inhuman cold of the cosmos. She knew that she had lost forever a valiant knight to whom she had given her pure heart. She saw again, at the moment when Paul expired, this man she had met in 1998 in front of an old-fashioned shop in Oklahoma and who had waited for her in vain for a whole life. Eyes the color of Norwegian lakes filled with tears, she clutched the armrests of her chair very tightly, she would have liked to tell him that she came to settle permanently in France. "When God and the Devil play chess, Paul Poirier's entire existence is punctuated by the tribulations imagined by these two entities that govern our destinies. At the end of our journey, there remains only one observation: is not all the madness of life just a race for happiness? This novel is a superb illustration of this.