Is it always a moral to a novel? That of the invention of our lives, the most ambitious book Karine Tuil, could be: forget its roots, is to deny. Or: what social success if not the illusion of happiness? Anyway, this literary pad does not reduce to a few sentences: it is rare, medium and well done to both. In this story of deception / lies / fake / betrayal, Karine Tuil use of an incandescent style (ah, these slash (/) instead of commas that are both cause and give a crazy rhythm) that carries all about its path. This book is a storm wind that some say but do not listen, a maelstrom that tells a time like the great writers of the nineteenth century. Balzac on ecstasy, if you will. What interests the author is social appearance, which cracks the varnish, the weight of the Community rules, the image that one gives oneself to others and even giving you a place, even if it is miles away from your true personality. A game not funny roles, and woe to those who invent a lie and bidonnée biography. The Harder They Fall, another body possible. This is not the story of the novelist is free of clichés and stereotypes near caricature of identity / role of women / racism / sexual perversion / terrorism / literature ... No, rabies Karine Tuil and abrasive nature of his prose dégomment hint of criticism. You literally blown narrative torrent, straw reader who has other solutions, at regular intervals, that put the book for a deep breath. The invention of our lives? A gale force 12 on the Beaufort scale! And one of the great books of 2013.