After following Emmanuel Carrère happily in his novels or essays strongly "conceptual", who saw the real work when it disintegrates under the pertubatrice power of the human mind (just as in PKDick except that in Carrère, suffering is more acute and horror is literally inevitable), I was a little concerned to read a seemingly totally autobiographical. Or "A Russian Novel" is as theoretical as "the Adversary" or "Moustache" (with its dual narrative journey) and no less tragic, as the impossibility of solving the "family curse" (though duly identified) as to overcome its own "flaws" even to finally live a great love story, refers to the atrocious suffering, proliferating delusions of earlier works. As long as one identifies a minimum with the author and his emotional sadomasochism enough manipulator, the central part of "Un Roman Russe" even particularly trying, and it does not come out unscathed from his reading. A beautiful book, very strong, but certainly not for everyone.