It is true that only bed ill of this book ... Why? What did there so contemptible? Amélie Nothomb writes is known quickly or very fast (but still very good). This often feels in his novels, and it is a style which one attaches easily. The usual richness of the vocabulary used here leaves his place at the crudeness of the theme, the characters and their words. Nothomb denounces, but does not itself being a spectator is removed that right? It's silly, but it's fun, it is precisely what is forbidden to her character ... All his appeals to the public invariably result opposite reactions to those expected. Nothomb begs us with this novel realize our folly, our cruelty, and would grant him this right even if she consented to watch television these horrors ... resist with it, turn off your TV. One can dream.
