I would be wary of, I do not like the title already vaguely bombastic, made to mislead us ... and I hated this book, to a point that had not happened to me for a long time. Nothing worked, the main character is fictitious, name to his personality, it does not stick. The style is precious, pompous, without flow ... and that becomes the story of a guy who looks at writing the story of a woman who can not seem to exist despite the eagerness of the author to describe his boot buttons. And it's long, so long ... we indeed feel to sink into a deep forest of words, glued to each other to make the page (I almost died during the shooting archery lesson). The second part (last quarter eh, not half ... must still get there) has just saved the trick because Reinhardt found the right tone when he speaks with beautician. But it will be the only positive aspect of a book that annoyed me from the beginning to the end, which I have seen all the tricks and ended up in the trash. 22 euros anyway and no, I will not lend, no I will not do spin.