For years I perceive blue eyes glacier Mr d'Ormesson in Le Figaro pages and I would have 33 years before opening one of his novels, or should I say a tale. Because this novel is alone dozens of tales interwoven in each other. Imagine that you are told the complete perrault tales, messy but with fluidity, delicacy and smoothly. Well the only one I would see this role is Jean d'Ormesson, a magician of words it is. Here there is no princess or witch, or knight, but the stories of the twentieth century through the life of Roman and those who cross more or less intimately, gathered around his coffin. So we jump from one topic to another, from Greece after the war to the American mafia in the 30s with an unreal lightness and fluidity.
So should we read? Yes, because it is a lesson of history and stories.
