The very long love letter from a man to the one he desired like crazy, he loved or loving thought, a sort of balance sheet retrospectively moments he shared with her, handing question of one who has suffered from having loved too, have been replaced, a man screaming his pain, externalizes the releases. This is a wounded man trying to find in the literature, their love story, a man who is accused of all the ills of the earth, is an avalanche of defaults, "nasty, selfish, liar, capricious, manipulator, faithless, violent, bad faith, draft, dispersed, wavering, jealous "... and as if that were not enough, he adds in his already long list yet," unpredictable, unpleasant, likely, excessive, immature, impatient , irritable, stressed, self-centered, hypochondriacal, messy, pretentious, garrulous, easily influenced, unstable, lazy, inconsistent, taciturn, temperamental, impatient, unreliable, impulsive ... ". It's also a man who travels to the evidence and not tender in how to do so, nor to her or to himself.
It is a reflection on love, the couple, infidelity, happiness, communication, loneliness, hatred, disillusionment ... their love story, this "misunderstanding", the one he proven and that made him open his eyes on her, about him, about them, about their fears, fears, desires, doubts and certainties. No doubt he has written everything he could not tell her, she reproached him never to speak ...
So yes, it hits hard and Yann Moix metaphor is Queen ... it's so well written, written in apnea or weightless, it depends a breathtaking pace, a letter that one reads without take a breath, a beautiful exercise in style, a performance which I appreciated ...
