The first hundred pages describing "The Courtly Love" ("Amour" and not courteous ...) are absolutely irresistible earthiness and ribaldry, never vulgar, always poetic contrast with the flamboyant really hilarious linguistic discoveries. What are we getting fed up!
Later, more serious, sad too, devours slower but gives way to great literature moments, such as the description of the dungeon Fulbert, poignant and intense poetry.
Teulé reconciles us with the beautiful French literature become so bland and tasteless!