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By Henri Charriere

Henri Charrière, known as "Papillon," for the butterfly tattoo on his chest, used to be convicted in Paris in 1931 of a homicide he didn't devote. Sentenced to existence imprisonment within the penal colony of French Guiana, he grew to become obsessed with one target: escape. After making plans and executing a sequence of treacherous but failed makes an attempt over a long time, he used to be ultimately despatched to the infamous legal, Devil's Island, a spot from which nobody had ever escaped . . . until eventually Papillon. His flight to freedom continues to be probably the most superb feats of human crafty, will, and persistence ever undertaken.

Charrière's dazzling autobiography, Papillon, was once released in France to immediate acclaim in 1968, greater than 20 years after his ultimate break out. due to the fact then, it has develop into a precious vintage -- the gripping, stunning, eventually uplifting odyssey of an blameless guy who wouldn't be defeated.

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