The English translation received positive reviews from several publications including Kirkus Reviews, and the Washington Post. He is a two-time winner of the Premio Valle Inclán, for Kamchatka by Marcelo Figueras (2012) and for The Blue Hour by Alonso Cueto (2014). Idealmente, a realidade seria mesmo assim, mas não me parece, portanto, exige-me uma suspensão da descrença que não possuo. Dur de lire ce livre sans être bouleversé, touché, remué, dur de ne pas laisser couler des larmes devant une telle intensité, une si magnifique pureté.

par les récits de cette guerre que je n'ai pas connu, par l'intimité des lettres échangées, par le discours de Vincent. Then there are books I love because they completely absorb me into their world, with characters I feel drawn to, and almost feel like I care about their stories in real terms. But it didn’t feel like it while reading and Vincent’s extraordinariness is enhanced by another man who fell for him – a young soldier, Arthur, obsessed with death and traumatized by war from which he escaped only for a few days or hours, into Vincent’s arms. The object is not the end, it is the means through which one connects to the intrinsic beauty of life, where all dimensions and boundaries disappear.

That appears to be very true for a lot of modern fiction: advertising produces covers that are more persuasive than the writing inside. Marcel greatly loved his mother while she lived; Vincent is indifferent to his mother; Arthur is the only child with a strong mother/son love.

Philippe Besson admira obviamente Marguerite Duras, e este pastiche LGBT até podia ser interessante se o protagonista não fosse tão irritante e se a situação não fosse tão inverosímil. The second part is written in the epistolary format, since both Arthur and Marcel leave Vincent in Paris. Perhaps what is most striking is the idea that the characters have real emotions too, and they are human as well, like the rest of the population.Not with this writing, not with these characters, not with the predictable and rather embarrassing twist in the end. Because until now, that's the vibe I have been getting whenever I pick up a piece of LGBT literature. This allows for an epistolary section in which the three characters, via a trialogue, speculate on love and war. In the midst of the terrifying din, in the indescribable panic, we fought side by side, advancing the front line.