In closing this book, the first words that come to mind are refined and elegant writing style. This novel is the product of another era. The atmosphere is light fragrance tinted nostalgia for an antiquated melancholy. Philip Bowman Our hero is an ordinary man. His biography appears to be the overview of a life without life. Yet we do not mind s. C is the magic of the book. Time passes and does not return. It s stops on some moments of grace, a few fleeting encounters. Moreover, the intimate scenes are described with a titillating eroticism that never switches into vulgarity. We don not learn much about the life of Bowman but s attachment to this simple character, lover of beautiful women eager for reading and games. This book is light as a child and as sensual whisper of a breath that in the neck. What more?
