All Goncourt do not like. It is rather an understatement because few would attract me. Was it the subject (Zelda Fitzgerald)? the back cover? I let myself be seduced by it. And what capacity wonderfully chosen! For indeed, this novel is a song, a haunting melody, a desperate chant. This is the story of an excessive woman who has everything and burned the wings. It is also the story of the companion of an artist who vampirized and left bloodless. Finally, it is the drama of an artist who has failed to make its voice heard. Gilles LEROY has remarkably made it all, playing with the rhythm of the words so peerless, making us the Zelda so volatile and so close, so carefree and so tragic. Alternating moments of the story of the small town of his youth in the asylum where she perished burned alive, advance the narrative in waves, louder, ever further, trying to identify the best character at once strange and enigmatic, sincere and confusing.
