This was a very light-weight read, and not particularly interesting. A Frenchman (can't stop thinking of DSK) is visited by his lover who drops his bastard daughter on his door step. The daughter want to be acquainted with French culture, the culture of her father. The book twirls and swirls through French culture at large, with lots of names dropping of all those fantastic poets, painters and composers. Just a little diversion.

This is my first book by Philippe Sollers. I still have 10 on my TBR, so hope the others will be more interesting. (I acquired this one unseen.) ( )