A hardworking architect, faithful husband and exemplary father of a family, Raphael has everything of the boring guy next door… But this monotonous existence will take a 180-degree turn the day he decides to give up his work to become a writer just like his wife… His new activity being more difficult than he thought, he spends most of his time watching YouPorn and masturbating or reading his wife’s diaries. The result is a double revelation: sex and writing are intimately linked AND his wife cheats on him with a certain Leon. She even noted about him that his “dick is bigger” than her husband’s.
Feeling a so-called “scientific jealousy”, he starts investigating on his wife’s lover but also on virility. Full of self-derision, the novel ends in part at Lutetia Hotel in an offbeat and disturbing atmosphere that reminds of David Linch’s Blue Velvet. While Anatomy of my wife’s lover contains all the ingredients of a hilarious comedy, its apparent lightness and sometimes off colour humour are accompanied by a powerful reflection on contemporary masculinity.
