I was born in Paris, in 1963, right in the middle of a western movie, of which my parents never saw the end. I have thereafter split my life between France and the USA, having spent most of my early childhood in Syracuse, and Seattle. After some studies, a lot of wandering and a few strange jobs, I have finally found myself teaching French literature in Denmark, where I have been living since 2007.
Bare and brooding, the experience of loss and emptiness steal the meanings of words from a young author. New lovers are equally as hollow, and the apprehension of denouement steadily increases throughout the chapters. Colors of despair and self-destruction are exposed and palpable in this forthright expression of a man's undoing.
Raw and powerful with beautiful prose that grabbed me from the first few pages. Dividing this short story into four sections, each one takes us further into just how lost our main character is. This works well, and it truly seems the memories of Vix will haunt JD forever. I found that feeling an affinity with his experiences came with no effort on my part. This book possesses an indescribable appeal that I only find in a small percentage of what I read. Highly recommended.