This is a letter to his very young son. He told her the story of two people who love each other and yet fail to love and even less to live together, to be able to enjoy unfettered love there, that love which is open to the other beyond self, beyond the self ... Intense narcissism of one responds, as eco, compulsive self-centeredness of the other; there seems to be no end ... The two lovers each embody a trend the world as it goes bad through its crises, conflicts, contradictions, threats and hopes also ... She is a photographer and art critic it in different media. The article he wrote about his work will be the paradigm of all history, that of a huge misunderstanding, overall, disproportionate ... After many business trips that made her all sorts of disappointments worldwide, it folds on the culture and history of Europe, the old Europe and its ancient civilizations since antiquity. She dreams to discover and also to invent a new world where she finally find its place and the expression of a desire that it ignores almost all, if not that of a strange passion for sharks which led it to adopt a. It is moving in his impotent desire for a happiness that is in the image of this identity withdrawal on the limits of a story he believes to master because it has already happened. A happiness that she does not, she will never want to do it as any kind of breathing oxygen! It is troubling for its passionate and impulsive character in search of a truth she does not know but which attracts always at the edges of the abyss, to the limits of the destruction of themselves, even before that they actually exist. She is expecting a child from him but she did not want it. He wanted this child with her but this happy event will also be that of their loss, the end of their history as a couple. The child will be named Hector, it will be impossible link between a past that does not protect and a future that refuses.
It is a nice story to read about a recurring theme in current novels. Some passages are really "written" but many others appear very complacent. The superabundant display of cultural references poorly hides the literary ambition default. Note some unkind portrait of the world of journalistic elites, including that of the highly successful "polemicist" uncannily evokes the figure of Eric Zemmour.
