This is not a comic ...

but an autobiographical account illustrated at times with other voice -his brother, nephew, stove and so on -... I do not expect that in giving me this book, I was thinking more of a comic Classical And I have not been disappointed yet because it is a delicious evocation of this great writer -a bit forgotten now I growing and its privileged relationship with its forty South of France villa served by a simple text and very telling that restores us outline Maugham's life highlighted by black and white drawings, which takes us back to the atmosphere of that time dead -he died in 1966 in Paris -... golden childhood before his parents die while he was eight, painful exile in England, writing input, theater, novels, stories, essays ... growing public success, but natural homosexuality -difficile marriage, a daughter, divorce- with a decorator and life with her lover-secretary known about the mass grave of the First World War ... I will not summarize his life to you to discover, in short he received stars and world leaders in this great villa whipped by the mistral. .. I learned a lot about the man, especially its privileged relationship with France and I spent a few sweet hours with this Villa Mauresque-.