Didn't enjoy this as much as I have Nothomb's others. While I appreciated both its blend of lightness and weight, and its nonchalant perversity, and was pleased by the numerous unexpected right turns it takes, I didn't get much out of the book. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was reading it in the wrong way, but the simple fact is that I didn't much like this one (possibly, now that I come to think about it, because the narrator, Emile, is himself so unlikeable).