The construction of the novel, with its chapters unequal length and a very quick end and normally surprisingly made me think of Russian dolls where my title: I much preferred the long 1st part of the novel, even if, as already noted by other players, it is reminiscent of "prom dresses" Pierre Lemaître and whether passages really embarrassed me, heroin was more than abused. This downward spiral has something fascinating, despite the real malaise that it leaves. The final chapters are agreed, in my opinion, although with a final stage of blow that can not see it coming. Despite my reservations, I must admit that I have so enjoyed this novel Bernard Minier I did not wait for the pocket to get me out and devour his last title "A Fucking history."
