The Apartment is a bad way (nothing to do with Billy Wilder) for the second novel by Hélène Grémillon. The reader is quickly plunged into a thriller with psychoanalytic overtones, coupled with a marital drama whose characters are never what they seem. Novelist twists us in the net of lies and pretense in this book drawers that control from start to finish, the criticism one could make him being precisely control everything and distill at regular intervals multiple twists at the risk of doing too much. There is much talk of the couple, jealousy, fusional relations (including between a mother and her son) and imposture of souls in general. A disturbing plunge into human psychology with a central figure, fascinating and mysterious, Lisandra, wife défenestrée from the first pages. Everything takes place in the post-dictatorship Argentina, forming a backdrop perfectly suited to the climate of anxiety book that takes its suspense until the last lines.
