This book is divided into sections on such varied states through which a being in love is not a book "for women" or a book "for men" is a book for both. It follows the hero of Goethe's Werther Barthes included in almost each of his chapters he scalped, analyzes, notes, analyzes, this is a book to have because it reads very differently depending on when the bed is It is neither a novel nor a story, it is the finding of the one thing that is absolutely universal: being in love. We must naturally a little know to read with pleasure because the references in the margin are systematically recall names to which Barthes refers (Schubert, Nietzsche, Brecht Winnicot etc). What is striking is the "medical" side of the writing is the absolute anti-lyricism, there is "autopsy" erudite of cell multiplication of feelings, sometimes almost like reading a book psychiatric, other beautiful opera libretto, there is also a phrase that made me laugh to tears but I let you discover it's a great book, some might be struck by the total lack of spirituality or like me and it's very paradoxal- by the absence of love.