What fascinated him most were the fleeting things. Those moments you can't stare at for long, that never repeat themselves, that happen just once—for you, only once—and last just an instant. This is Buffalo Bill's story, told raw and real.

Last time I touched a romance novel? During some summer challenge that sent the book bloggers into hysterics. That was back when book blogs knew how to have fun—between sexy men swaps and reading pile competitions. My experience this time around...

Martial Raysse at Beaubourg, 2022. May 2024 be gentle with you. May it bring health, joy, and those small moments of wonder. Wishing you stacks of books, new discoveries, and pure reading pleasure.

This year felt like a roller coaster: excitement, letdown, exhilaration, disappointment. A brutal spring, a glorious autumn. Professionally complicated, personally very digital. Overall...

Following up on my recap post about the 2022 literary season (still visible in the left column), here's my contribution to Galéa's gems non-challenge, 2022-2024 edition. The rules are simple: books released between...

2022 Literary Season. "It's always unpleasant to admit that reality will never rise to meet the dreams you've been nursing." Four friends: Rodolphe, Tanguy, Paul, and Benoit, who grew up in the same small town...

"My existence came apart. Because of an accidental meeting that never actually happened, a turn on a cliff road, my existence tumbled into a ravine, finished its course among thorns and flint stones in total isolation, a few insects..."

2022 Literary Season. Guillermo, young Mexican traveler, has been in Japan for a few weeks. He meets Yûko in Tokyo and together they head north to the sea. While making love, the earth starts to shake...

"A world of illusions. The middle class is a world of illusions." This novel, the author's second but first written in first person, is a long monologue—the disillusioned monologue of Manuel Carsen, obscure singer who just got dumped...

2022 Literary Season. "He empties his mind, inside this thorax where blood is evacuated toward the machine. He sees his hands as detached from his thoughts, yet firm, precise, running along the heart, probing, dissecting—embroidery work..."