Hector is a boy who is a little bored in her life. If we had to summarize her life, she would have the taste of a soup prepared by his mother on Sunday evening, with the ticking of the clock to remind him that time passes, no less. He collects lots of stuff, all dumber than each other (the aperitif pikes, the election campaign badges, etc ...) to try to fill the existential emptiness of his existence. In vain. After a suicide attempt (failed), he began weaning her aïgue colectionnite. Successfully. Until he met a woman he married, and he began to collect ...
This book is a kind of UFO, a completely offbeat work, often very funny, touching even in the analysis of human and ordinary lives, but sometimes a little too talkative.