No one knows for sure how Boris Vian managed, during his short forty years, to be all of these: writer, poet, lyricist, painter, journalist, musician, composer, engineer and other parallel lives. Indeed, Vian, a handsome young man whose body had been ravaged by illness since he was a child, was a real influence on the jazz scene of his time.
Boris Vian published literary works under his name and under artistic pseudonyms, as if he was trying to double the years of his life while feeling the approaching end. When Vian died, his death, like his life, should have been a marvel of wonders. He died in the cinema while watching an experimental showing of a film based on one of his famous novels.
During Boris Vian's life, the novels on which he did not put his real name became famous, while the novels on which he put his name, believing in their literary weight, failed commercially during his lifetime and flourished only after his death and were appreciated by critics and the public.
Red Grass is a famous novel by Boris Vian. ​​It carries a lot of his literary weight and black sarcasm, and presents us with a new world of adventure, suspense, fantasy and science fiction, where the time machine performs tasks different from what we are accustomed to.

بوريس فيان
ولد بورس فيان بتاريخ 10 آذار/مارس 1920 بمدينة فيل دافري في أقليم السين والواز (المسمّى اليوم أعالي السين) وتوفّى بتاريخ 23 يونيو/حزيران 1959 في الدّائرة السابعة في باريس وهو كاتب فرنسي وشاعر وشاعر غنائي ومغنّي وناقد وموسيقي جاز (عازف بوق) وهو أيضًا كاتب سيناريوهات ومترجم من اللغة الانجليزيّة ومحاضر وممثل ورسّام ومهندس متخرّج من المدرسة المركزيّة بباريس