Catherine Millet evokes, not a child, but A painful childhood, with great honesty and an equally great modesty feelings. Through the magic of his thought and his writing, she talks about us as much as itself and thus key to the universal. Family events are the foundation of its construction and probably of his work, but it stands back to let us instead. This is what I call literature, opposite the navel écrivants many today who listen and take the entire space.
