Alain Soral gives us a pamphlet that is good in general, exceptional lucidity sometimes and unfortunately very bad in one or two occasions. Turning a sublime passage, shabby slip of a single line. Soral unusual for these bites too - very little in the book - are breaking down the work of the hands. Yet there are set pieces and after it the unpleasant impression of being made alive, darkest corners of the soul and suddenly enlightened desire, and violently into the bargain. The slow and grueling female conquest, with all that has disillusionment and evil, through the movement of the subject or not p .., ending the show by Cantat affair, everything is there. If the author had bothered to spare us his small personal settling of scores (Virginia despente and chin hairs, girlfriend Carole Bouq .. which sends it to the toilet for "pass", disagreed with Hector O , and some other mishaps. These small personal parentheses harm the universality of words that also is very often an accuracy and precision ... terrible! The intellectual and emotional journey of amateur flirty with all stages described in great detail, is really striking truth. Read.