CRITIQUE – Two divorced parents are torn apart over custody of their children. A chilling closed session.
It was almost ten years ago. Antoine was an intern at the hospital. He had turned on the radio in his car and he had heard Margaux. He immediately liked her voice. The way he talks about his dark novels. So, he rushed to Europe 1. “I had never seen her, but I recognized her immediately.” This is what Antoine will later say. “We went out together that night.” The meeting is beautiful. Too beautiful. Margaux remembers: they met after a urology appointment. “It’s not very romantic or very romantic, but it’s reality.” The truth is, their relationship started with a lie.
French divorce is a fascinating novel. First, because his story is terribly ordinary, tragically plausible. Antoine is therefore a surgeon, Margaux, a novelist. They love each other, have two children and divorce. The story could end there, but the couple tears their custody. And here’s where the book gets dizzying. THE…
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