We knew JP Andrevon with Le Monde Finally, which explored the meaning of humanity reduced to a few errant beings in a devastated world. There, exploration reduces the horizon of a suburban reduced building. Its inhabitants are screened, like passengers on an airplane in a disaster movie. Already seen? No. Well, not by me. Reality has lost its bearings and the characters too, which allows them to let go, to go beyond their limits as Nietzsche would say, let them "it" be written as Freud would say. In short, at the beginning everything is normal, banal; quickly everything becomes preposterous, creepy, horrible. One positive: the neighbors who did not even watching them discover and are forced to make with or against others. It's tasty, uncompromising, flirting with the nonsense, all creating a fascinating book that actually may cling to you until the last page.
So should we read? Yes, big yes, but with a warning: sensitive souls refrain. Descriptions are sometimes of cruelty and crudeness quite unusual!