Around the "monarch", the voices of those who knew (the Concierge "Elegance of the Hedgehog" in particular) loved or hated, express themselves - even the cat has their own comment - and help better understanding: -it is just the monster of selfishness, "the brutal man" to whom others are only "beetles that are hunting of hand"?
The narration sorganise the dune fashion alternating viewpoints. The author thus gives us the feelings, analysis and disappointed expectations of multiple characters who all gravitate around this monster and this gourmet Parisian apartment. All were once faced with his coldness and his cunning. These chapters often rhyme with indictment and are spaced from each other by a chapter in which our critic continues his quest across many geographical lévocation memories, smell and taste. The colors, the sounds, smells and tastes correspond. Thus gradually built the contrasting polyphonic portrait of this individual outsized as his talents as lantipathie that it arouses. It is indeed so deeply abhorrent that his confinement in his room, and even in bed, does not weigh him in the least. Each of his memories is the opportunity dune escape for a man who has always tried to evade the family, the feelings, the taste of others.
The idea of departure was quite attractive but the style and shape prove terribly period. Alas pseudo poetry Barbery imagines put into words alternates with untimely spun metaphors that become bored. I struggled to finish that novel. Proust is not who wants ...
The elegance of the hedgehog had amused me, bothered me a delicacy.
