Pascale Kramer wrote this novel pretty short, but I read with difficulty. is the story of Alissa, a young woman who does not feel being a mother and to live his life, having his home and her husband who never return and do not know. And yet she did it all, to match the image of what other waiting for her. The others, foremost among which are his mother and father.
Except that the baby is not his thing, and that his parents are taking advantage of his installation ... to separate.
The story takes place in the third person but it is an omniscient narrator who knows all thoughts of Alissa and why fish are red. The Register dominant psychology is excessive. Writing, it is really quality: well-turned phrases, language level instead argued, with brief passages of grossness to frighten the bourgeoisie.
The main problem for me in this novel is it bothered me deeply. It took me three evenings to read the first thirty pages, because every time I plunged back myself, I did not want more than ten pages before I fell asleep on it. A personal best.
In reality, beyond the story for me little or repulses me softly, I think it's the rhythm of the novel that I disliked. Arrhythmia perfect here. I am convinced that this novel was done to great news for fall. But one hundred forty small pages, the fish is already flooded, and we want as Alissa empty the baby with the bathwater.
141 pages, ed. Mercure de France - 15 €
Offered by my publisher in the Prix RTL READ