This is a small book that reads like a nothing. Just think! 157 pages airy write a simple, fluid and without leg round. The treatment is however not quite to the start the idea of height. If Tuvache family, Suicide Shop and the universe in which it operates are sympathetically brushed, we probably would have liked more references, not necessarily more depth, but a little more thickness and consistency in archetypes and Historical references to those who have ended their days. The winks are too few for the lightness of the frame can flow quietly and if the concept is charming, it becomes a bit bland as it is stirred. Jean Teulé leaves almost completely the context aside, no one knows but little of the world of the future. Yet the author is lost twice in outlandish descriptions as they feel alone. Finally, this idea carrier, this barely sketched universe, for nothing, this refined narration and this bittersweet finding could have a few dozen pages the economy to produce a new much more effective than a little romance a little long.
