From Library Journal
What ever happened to the astringent sensuousness of Marguerite Duras or Annie Ernaux, excellent (and, one always thought, representative) French writers for whom sex is not just sex but a window on both psyche and society? In this mushy book, chic, young Amelie encounters David at a gas station late at night; she's on the way to visit her children at her parents' home, he's directing a movie there. An affair naturally follows, rendered in near-clinical detail, then gets blown out of the water by a stupid misunderstanding, with Amelie left worrying, as at the beginning, about how she looks. If your readers like hot romance in reasonably exotic settings, they might go for this debut; otherwise, you can skip it.?Barbara Hoffert, "Library Journal"
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From Kirkus Reviews
Like the worst--most?--of its kind, Baume's ``novel'' is psychologically little more than a very thin string whose purpose is to allow knots--scenes, that is, of real dirty sex--to be tied at intervals on its length. Parisian Amlie is 30, David 50. Amlie is married with children, David recently divorced. Don't expect to hear more than a word or two of David's earlier domestic life; and of Amlie's current one only the news once and again (and again, and again) that husband and daughters are out of town, away on business, in the country, or visiting the US. In a handful of excruciatingly artificial opening pages, the lovers-to-be meet trs cute on a Paris street where David (a filmmaker) is doing a shoot. Story? There will be sex in David's apartment, sex on a trip to Marrakech, sex in David's apartment, sex in David's office, sex in David's (he's so successful) country estate--where the affair begins to cool as it gradually becomes clear that David is a cold fish (``I've got to trim some shrubs. You don't mind, do you?''), finally allowing Amlie to start over again with somebody else. Not much there, although the abysmally translated novel in the meantime provides a good supply of entertainment both verbal and dramatic: ``Right now, here? Amlie sounded disconcerted.'' ``He was moving deliberately slowly, but Amlie remained tight as a clam.'' Amlie, says one page, ``had David on the brain,'' while the next explains presciently that she ``realized that her mind was a void.'' There is, yes, sex, sex sex- -``Amlie moaned as his dick rubbed the walls of her cunt''--though at times it gets rather alarmingly out of control: ``Emerging from orgasm, Amlie was astonished, as she always was, by the way her shuddering cunt took possession of her entire body before beating a hasty retreat.'' Shallow, ill done, absurd. --
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