The red sofa with Michèle Lesbre tells the story of a woman who goes in search of a lost love ... to Irkutsk in full Siberia, at Lake Baikal and the Angara River. This quest is that of desire of lost things: a love that is gone, an ideal (political) does not happen, a child we did not have ... Like all journeys, this is not so much the distance that counts as the journey of the spirit (the largest passenger is the one who was able to once around itself, said Confucius) and Michele knows Lesbre well make it. The chapters alternate between the vain quest for heroin arrived on the shores of Lake Baikal (at this point she even longer believes too that it came more or less look without much conviction) and memories of conversations with old lady left for Paris on her red couch. Both remember a lost love. Both have waited too long "life is finally beginning," like little girls who forgot to grow. Far too long. A very beautiful handwriting as that of Michèle Lesbre. No bluff, intimate, full of meaning. An author should not miss an excellent book that deserves to be on the podium in 2008 if not ... we have since read another novel Michele Lesbre who seemed even better! To be continued!
