Tropper not afraid of anything!

Doug is 29 years old and is widowed. A year after the death of the woman he loved, he became paralyzed comfortably He booze to your heart and keeps a blog: "how to talk to a widower" (the original title of the book).
Meanwhile life goes on knocking at his door. The horniest characters as each other will try to bring him back a taste for life.
As usual Tropper takes a break mouth topic: the best writing about death, he sinks into pathos and risk alienating a popular readership to become a gothic inrockuptible idol. At worst, he staged a nicer bluette demagogic life.
And as usual Tropper is doing handily by proving that a great writer can write on anything provided he has the talent to gauge his story.
And to tell the grieving process with a lightness, a remarkable empathy for his characters. As Bob Dylan recounted atrocities on upbeat music, Tropper is able deride all the dramas of life.
His characters? self-destructive widower, a hysterical twin sister, a father since his stroke decreased able to urinate in the garden and then to save the life of a man in the same day, a neighbor and a nymphomaniac teen evaporated in cannabis. And as always with Tropper, these characters will get into compelling situation comedy whose strong point is a cuckolded husband who shows up with a gun a wedding day!
The story of the return to Doug's life is punctuated by charming parenthesis on the absurdity of the human condition and the feeling of sinking every human being. Tropper and decided to laugh it all with its non player without multiplying beautiful formulas.
About pity that our narrator flees like the plague: "Pity is like a flatulence: we tolerate his, but we do not support those of others; healing is an intimate process that you are not invited ".
The daily "long after the death of Hailey, I refused to change the sheets to retain its odor Over time they stopped feeling like her and eventually stink A force to cling to memories,.. they end up stink. "
The cemeteries? "We could talk to the dead in a given area? If I were a ghost, the last place I would come back to haunt would be my own grave! I have a hard time looking myself in the glass on a good day then see my body rotting, no thank you! "
The deal passed her adorable twin: "Listen, I'm pregnant, I'm going to create life without lifting a finger I was thinking we could recreate yours at the same time by making a little effort." .

With grace, elegance and casualness Tropper talks about all these things that we would normally flee. The author guides us through the tunnel towards the light, upbeat counterpoint (but not inane) the novels of Bret Easton Ellis.

A wonderful book, attaching .... and deadly!