About 100 pages of comics, a little less a little more ... but that's not important. This comic is a diary belonging Davy Mourier, who explains how he got in life and remained in childhood, how he fell in love, how it has been dumped and how it tries to overcome all that in going to a psychoanalyst. Behind short gags, one perceives a critique of our medical system once it is sores in the soul, a critique of psychoanalysis also incredibly relevant but simultaneously Davy Mourier do not throw the baby out with the bath water and tells the real progress it is making in the sessions. Some funny drawings intersect this long and fun exploration of a soul tormented by love and refusal to grow up. It's full of quite profound philosophy (Kant is not, beware! But it's not the Noddy either). There's also lots of stuff in it that make you laugh and stuff that depress serious. I have not regretted the choice.
