A May 1968 that does not vibrate

Me either I have not enjoyed this book as I love writing Anne Wiazemski. It is true that she had an extraordinary life but this year, 1968, she dissects our clinic so married to Jean Luc Godard who irretrievably away from her, and is there to be said unlivable, seems boring the reader. Something is missing to make it more exciting story. Jean - Luc Godard in his intimacy is someone tormented manic-depressive, sometimes violent. But this story probably not wanting to say too much, does not rattle us. This is a column about events of May 1968 by a well-bred young girl, buffeted by events and by the mood swings of a husband who although a genius crushes, will react and leave to save his skin. Actress promising she rubs Bertolucci, Pasolini, Ferreri and it is regrettable that it has not further this aspect.