This must be the book of the year where there is the greatest "I" and who manages simultaneously to be the worst imitation of what what Beigbeder trying to tender a copy of Bret Easton Ellis. Note also the summun the hypocrisy of disguising the oréal ideal but not to change the names of Moscow. Jean-Michel, Manager Bordo, appreciate being named and described as the owner of brothels tousles Moscow. Night Moscow is worse than described in the SAS where Gerard de Villiers is more documented. Besides skipping Russian hens without going further than their body you wonder what did Beigbeder Russia ah .. if its hide to resurface in France surrounded the Russian mystery but his is already stale
