When Harry met Satan.

Harry White is presented from the outset as a young adult who does not seem to bother the usual conveniences for banter. Far from it.
It is a Casanova who collects furtive encounters, spiced by the danger of being surprised by the cuckolded husbands.
Gifted in this exercise, even very good, it also excels in his professional duties to the point that he will quickly climb the social ladder, powered such a satellite in orbit.
Until then, you will say, no big deal, just enough to raise some revenue jealousies.
But it was not counting on the demonic spirit of the author who takes us by the goatee to lead us to the brink of an abyss to unfathomable depths.
A surprising book, well translated, which often puts us at the foot of our most repressed temptation wall.