Paris, Buchet-Chastel, 278 pages.
“A writer (for want of a better word) with particular tastes in love, Nathan chooses to transpose himself into a female character to talk about his obsessions.
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This is a novel with a double bottom, a game of mirrors in which a person moves relentlessly from life to dream, and literature to reality. The author of Je voulais être une femme has undoubtedly surpassed herself here in audacity and even brutality, but above all in pathos. “(4th cover)