The Apocalypse is not a visible event, because it strikes individually. Thus, the narrator complies with the order of the announcing Angel: Write down what you have seen, what is, and what must happen next. She sets out to tell the story of a certain End of Times, that of patriarchal and normed values, embodied by the heterosexual couple. Modifying reality is the only solution, but the use of fiction becomes complicated when it generates suicide within its own readership.
Beyond its exercise in deconstruction, this book is a love novel. Chloe, Igor, the Key, a woman, a man, a woman, some possibilities. To attempt alternative forms of life is always to come up against a questioning of one’s identity. It is up to the reader to choose, and perhaps to invent what should happen next. To the heroine, as to himself. Chance does not exist, so we might as well get organized.
