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224 pages, Hardcover
First published August 22, 2018
Who would understand her nightmare? Who'll be there to help her, to get her out of this dead end? The answer suddenly stabs at her stomach. It's all so clear: she's on her own. She'll be alone from start to finish, she'll battle relentlessly against her child unaided. If she is to take action, the only thing she can rely on is her own instinct. The long-awaited anger she's been anticipating finally takes hold of her.
Most people think secrets can be kept more easily with passing time, but that's not true. In the early days, a liar stays alert, vigilant, attentive to the tiniest thing that might destroy the whole construction. Usually no one notice anything, but the logic of the setup is gradually established in people's minds. They reconstruct the narrative piece by piece, grasp its incoherence, and eventually assemble the rest with elements from their own imagination, elements that inevitably prove them right. Marie drives these thoughts from her mind. She's not watching one of those films where the viewer has no idea from start to finish. She's the leading lady. She's the victim who knows everything. She'll never let her story be completely revealed. She doesn't deserve to lose everything now.
The lost memories, the buried passion, and the forgotten promises. But there is palpable doubt in the unbreathable air in this household. Something has been broken, as when the first fights break out. Love is fresh and happy. The man and the woman adore each other, make love several times a day, promise each other not only eternity but the impossible. Then comes the first raised voice, a tiny harbinger of separation in a flash of anger or judgment. And the other person's impetuous character is gradually revealed in all its vices and idiosyncrasies, the surface image is shattered. The lovers no longer have the same energy in their passionate embraces, they stop making love, distance themselves a much as possible from each other. It's happening to them too. Laurent suspects his wife, Marie loathes her husband for not understanding anything even though she herself is doing her utmost to hide the biggest crisis of their lives.
The facts were enough. The consequences visible and irreparable. Ever cautious, they're all acting in silence. The rape is vanishing under the weight of more recent events. Its gnawing, degraded violence is called into question in various ways and simply eclipses itself from the surface of this torment and sorrow. And they each start out on their lives again.