How it came that he developed so strong a bond with that inconspicuouscorner of the provinces which was in no way predestined to play any role in the life and work of the young Parisian? The biographers don’t mention any earlier connections of the Bernanos family with the northern France, today named Région Hauts-de-France. Now, it is against the backdrop of these landscapes, remembered from childhood, that he fights persistently with the widespread belief about the easy and quiet life under the wing of church. He also doesn’t hesitate to show what the torments of self-criticism and doubt consist in. Inherent personality traits of the Bernanos’s characters are their inner unrest and the unbearable dilemmas of the soul. The individuals which appear in the Bernanos’s novels aren’t only the exceptional ones in a good or bad sense of the word – the saint heroes facing up the messengers of Satan. There are also bizarre human figures, ridiculous and frigid, indifferent to the fate of the others. Yes, but the spiritual evolution of the writer himself doesn’t resemble a harmonious, steadily ascending curve. In his life there are many falls, disasters, and above all, bitter disillusions. Isn’t his work, in the same degree as his life, simply an escape from temptations of a comfortable realism and cynicism preying on human ignorance and gullibility? Certainly, in this question, rather than in the answer, is contained the sense of the message which emerges for us after so many years from the written in a nervous script, austere Bernanos’s books