Forget everything, leave everything behind to return to life ...

The return to fiction with this time a female figure, musician, composer of 47, who decided to abandon his current life, the values ​​to which it belonged, after discovering the infidelity of her partner. She even change appearance (physics, clothing) and hand into exile in Italy. From pure, take refuge in a house with a blue roof at the foot of a volcano.

A leak in another time, constantly renconstruisant his life through other lives, falling in love with a house, a little girl. We find the image of the cabin, a kind of matrix where one retires to dial (the Gumpendorf like the cabin of Sainte Colombe in All Mornings of the World).

It is a novel in the third person, and then in the middle of the book, a man comes in, much like the author, and says "I", as a witness to the life of the main character.

We found a very bucolic universe dear to the author, as well as his attention to detail in his descriptions of places, indoor rooms, gardens, which are reminiscent of still lifes.

Here Quignard is more than ever in search of pure, devoid of such children still in the womb. It describes a woman without disclosing all its deepest emotions, leaving her there, his desire to escape and return to the land, to its original condition.

Roman very deep, which returns to haunt the reader's mind long after you finish this word: "in paradise". Having followed this woman for three hundred pages and have matured has something cruel, as the idea of ​​abandonment and rebirth we have all crossed your mind at least once in our life. This happens to me all the time.

And this relationship the reader establishes with the character is a very striking echo in a sentence at the end of the book: "The desire that the other self-invented a reign whose death filled him with pain."