I met this author with friends. I read the book out of curiosity and to stay the course I remembered the encounter. I found it a tad shifted in the conversation and it allowed me to put myself in this shift. This story still intrigues me. But why the author does numbered paragraphs of 1-737? It is a curious novel in which to make me to shift, in a hazy state, my imagination has restored order sometimes compensating for missing words; I did not let this book as if I listened JP Ostend tell it around the table in Provence. A disturbing fiction and board Razac!