or how not to admit his past life

This novel is certainly not great literature, but it allows to have a good time. Especially since the writing is concise, incisive, well-crafted novel, which is not displease me.
The subject while not a philosophical reflection, still treats a subject increasingly topical: the new generation of parents and grandparents.

Catherine, a young woman of 60, is an identity crisis.
Married, separated, and the denial (her husband deceived her, and she has no other way out than to try to become friends with the conquests of her husband, not to lose it completely), rich, and grand mother -Mother hint, is pre-occupied over the last evening in order that plans concocted by babysitting her daughter, she lives in constant expectation (her husband to return, this financial pseudo-subprime crisis stops rot news and especially does not affect his lifestyle, his daughter is finally a worthy mother, she was not without it pose any moral problem).
One day, her friend Diane (an ancient conquest of her husband, too, in anticipation of a resumption of flame that dear man) offered him a party on a private yacht in Saint-Trop ...
neither one nor two here they are parts such young girls in flower, they are no longer in the hunt for celebrities, champagne and love. But everything is spoiled when his role as grandmother remembers most beautiful: her little son, only in colo, is struck by chickenpox ... his parents being left for a humanitarian mission, Catherine is forced to recover this little "brat with small buttons contagious" and to the wrestle in his social evening. And no question to be called grandma: she calls herself Chouquette and likes to explain: "chouquettes as chouquettes with a top sugar." Besides for his little son, it is not a grandmother but Chouquette.

"" Polly (his dog) died, Catherine loose. Crushed like a Crepe Avenue Montaigne when I left Dior (...) "
As if she needed to show that despite everything life continued, it appeared Lucas
"But I came with my little son.
- With your little-son? And can we know since when you have a toddler son?
- Since I have no dog "(p114)," she retorted tit for tat. "

But this adventure with Lucas, idiocy, the superficiality of the evening, the fact to realize that everyone is hunting for a happiness that does not exist, made him open his eyes and finally accept to live in real world ...

NB nod to the cover, which made me buy this book: it is Chouquette ;-)