Lunar

"Seems it exists scurvy souls. When withers for lack of livelihood inside. "
"She may say, a child that moves. Without being an expert, it's even what jumps out at you on this case is mobile, very different stones which he was familiar. "

The surprising first novel of Virginia Deloffre actually is a trap: First you plot captivates you then finally it upsets you.

It consists of two quite distinct parts, but that the dichotomy is shocking. The style of the first half almost seems written by Chekhov décryogénisé, and writing quality of this slow description of a being suspended is surprising, with its unique and sleek designs, incredible maturity for a first novel. This will prevent no doubt, and unfortunately, not this slowness to put off many.

For those that escape, the second part of the book accelerates, tears to gravity and will sail in the stars, literally and figuratively.
I finished this book dazzled, envious of the achievements of the heroes of the Soviet space adventure, and capsized heart, as Virginia Deloffre comes to making tangible the failure of the socialist dream and the wonderful - somehow - the uselessness sacrifice millions of people on which he tried to build.