Philippe Lançon survived the Charlie Hebdo attack and has written a book about his experience.
Philippe Lançon survived the Charlie Hebdo attack and has written a book about his experience. (Andre Chung/for The Washington Post)

By Michael Cavna Jan. 31, 2020 at 7:25 p.m. GMT+1

Philippe Lançon is billed on his memoir as the survivor of a massacre, but he will tell you that is not entirely true. Because the Philippe Lançon who was soon to be shot one morning in Paris was a different man on a different path, and try as he might, the author says, “I can’t go back.”

Five years ago this month, Lançon physically survived a workplace attack that left him lying amid the blood and blown-out body parts of friends. And when he speaks now, while sitting in a K Street hotel lobby on a gray Washington day, his lasting wounds are evident in his poignant words spoken through surgically repaired lips.

Lançon was a contributor to the Paris newspapers Liberation and Charlie Hebdo in 2015 when two terrorism-pledging gunmen entered Hebdo’s editorial offices and killed 12 people, including several well-known artists, after the satirical weekly published controversial cartoons depicting the prophet Muhammad. Eleven people were wounded in the shooting, including Lançon, a culture critic who was shot in the face and arm.AD

Lançon played dead on the floor, opening his eyes only to glimpse the legs of the gunman who had just been hovering over him.

Lançon says the attack, unfolding over a couple of minutes, overwhelmed his senses. “Everything was simultaneously foggy, precise and detached,” he writes in his award-winning book “Disturbance: Surviving Charlie Hebdo,” newly translated for the American market. The French title is “Le Lambeau,” which refers to a “fragment,” and the book tells of shattered teeth and shredded flesh, as well as fragments of time and memory and a tattered life.

One minute that Wednesday morning, Lançon was in an upbeat staff meeting, as cartoonist Georges Wolinski drew bawdy sketches; the artist known as Cabu marveled at a ‘60s photograph of jazz drummer Elvin Jones; and writer Bernard Maris and editor-cartoonist Stéphane “Charb” Charbonnier teased Lançon about his next assignment. The next minute, Lançon heard sharp, firecracker-like sounds from the hallway — “not at all [like] the noisy detonations in movies,” he writes.AD

All four of those colleagues would die in the attack. Immediately afterward, Lançon, 56, felt that “I was alive but almost already dead,” he recounts in “Disturbance,” adding: “What remained of me?”

Five years later, Lançon is describing how it took many people to bring him back from almost already dead. Lean and alert, his hair and beard close-cropped, he looks directly at you with dark placid eyes. A short time later, while heading to a bookstore appearance, he dons a Navy-blue pea coat like the pierced one he was wearing during the massacre.

The most visible trace of the attack is the lower right side of Lançon’s face; his beard partially covers where his jaw had to be rebuilt with a leg bone. The shooting left one-fourth of his face like “a crater of torn, hanging flesh,” as if applied as a gouache blob “by the hand of a childish painter,” he writes, adding that the wound “had turned me into a monster.”AD

Less immediately apparent is how the attack has affected Lançon’s mind. As he speaks, his words do not convey intense feelings, be it rage or sorrow. He attributes such emotional equanimity partly to being a reporter trained in detachment since his days decades ago dropping into hot spots like Iraq. Yet it also reflects his sense of acceptance.

“Before, I used to be more angry,” Lançon says, “but now it’s very difficult for me to get angry. You have to let it go.” He even harbors no fury toward the two gunmen, saying their actions were symptomatic of larger social sicknesses.

Philippe Lançon appears at a Washington bookstore to discuss his memoir.
Philippe Lançon appears at a Washington bookstore to discuss his memoir. (Andre Chung/for The Washington Post)

When Lançon describes his traumatic experience, he, ever the culture critic, often relies upon the lens of art. Some aspects of the attack were like a Quentin Tarantino movie. And the aftermath was like a darker version of the painting “La Danse,” with the author writing that “the dead were almost holding hands,” like Matisse’s famous circle of interlocked figures. He references Shakespeare and Proust, and while in Washington, a stroll down a city alley reminds him of a scene in “Three Days of the Condor,” the spy thriller in which Robert Redford’s character escapes an office massacre.AD

But perhaps most tellingly, Lançon turns to an American western when trying to describe how the massacre irrevocably cleaved his life in two.

“It’s like ‘The Outlaw Josey Wales,’ ” says Lançon of the 1976 movie in which Clint Eastwood’s Civil War-era character on the run must cross a river by tethered barge and then cut off all possibility of return. “I could see on the other side my former life,” he says. “I think it is not good to mourn that you can’t go back to the other bank. Josey Wales has to forget the revenge and die a bit.”

As he endured more than 20 surgeries, he watched just how many people helped reconstruct a life. Beyond the attack, “Disturbance” — largely written from Rome in 2017 — is a keenly observed journey of recovery as Lançon chronicles the cast of characters in his hospital, from loved ones to caregivers to his bodyguard to patients worse off than he. “I wrote this as a writer, not a patient,” he says. “This was not therapy.”AD

Speaking about the critically acclaimed book also allows him to reflect on Charlie Hebdo’s form of dark and provocative satire. “Some of the cartoons are good, some are not good. These cartoons are not democratic — they are not meant for everyone,” says Lançon, noting that before the shooting, even his parents did not read Charlie Hebdo. Later, at the bookstore appearance, he says he does embrace “the freedom for the cartoonists to do what they want to do. And then it’s very simple: If these are bad cartoons,” then Charlie Hebdo “won’t have readers, and the newspaper dies naturally.”

Mostly, though, when he thinks about Charlie Hebdo, the sense of personal tragedy is still strong. Imagine you returned to where you work, he says, and half your colleagues were gone like ghosts.

“Life is strong and until you are dead, it brings you surprise,” Lançon says.
“Life is strong and until you are dead, it brings you surprise,” Lançon says. (Andre Chung/for The Washington Post)

And still, art and tragedy are intertwined. He once returned to the scrubbed former Hebdo offices and asked authorities to return his lost jazz book — the cherished one that Cabu looked at moments before he died. Bloodstains had melted into the book’s black-and-white photos. “My blood,” he writes, “perhaps mixed with that of my neighbors — had stuck [pages] together as it dried.”AD

And when Lançon sits on the edge of his hotel chair, as if leaning into life, he talks about men who return from the wreckage in “Robinson Crusoe” and the Tom Hanks-starring “Cast Away.” Lançon is a survivor sparked by curiosity. “Life is strong and until you are dead, it brings you surprise,” he says.

“I am neither too optimistic or pessimistic. Now I take life as it comes.”