This is the life of every two Parisian buildings located vis-a-vis. The author gives us extracts from the diaries of zany characters more than each other. In the confusion we piocherons the author of radio novels, the painter on eggshell, the rats trainer, the incontinent author of erotic novels, and others I've forgotten.
It is a philosophical reflection on life with others, a thoughtful approach to a common need of life in an individualistic society and the establishment and hierarchy of power within such a society is No, j'plaisante! It is a delirium between the theme "Neighbor, I love you. Me neither" and "idiots All except me."
This is not the book of the year, just a funny and foutraque book as I like.