Ce n'est pas un livre.
Witho's book actually is an experience, and it is like no classical book is supposed to be. It shows mountains arising during coal mining but the pictures themselves are unspectacular. Much more spectacular is the book as an object; printed in carbon print on a black specially prepared paper, with two times white colour, magenta, cyan and yellow; with Japanese binding, and pictures broken by binding or the lateral edge to be continued on the next page, in different sizes, nearly flowing into one another.
It is a dark book with astonishing detailed pictures; it feels soft and sooty, you positively feel the coal, and according to Witho it is personal book which is reflected in the title. “Cette Montagne c'est moi” is definitely one of my favourite books I really, really had to have.