This book, which the author himself does not seem to place in the firmament of his aeuvre can only bother the reader. Because it deals with the problem of no return and total love of a being for another. He started as a bad novel station kiosk, and made me think, (not in form, but by Catherine personality) to "Hecate and his dogs" by Paul Morand. We remember also that Jean Christophe Rufin has had contact with this author, which we know the genius to dissect the female soul. So yes, this novel puts in front of a "fourth world", a woman of "our society" called developed, then yes again, the author he exposes the lines, his usual arguments about the difficulty of "to each other," then yes, finally the reader-he saw a terrible human drama. But so far we had Jean Christophe Rufin accustomed to more breath. The narrow world of the two characters could also be elsewhere in Brazil, which has no monopoly on such human excesses. This novel is as one would read a bad news story a bit sordid set in an exotic setting and is saved only by the author's reflection on the complexity of the loving feeling of his main character for a "guy" disaster. But must we go through it to really love !! Read to understand the intricacies of the work of JC Rufin.
