With sensitivity, humour and despair, Jean-Pierre Martin tells the story of those who stumble, lean, and who sing during the day while howling through night.
Sandor is puzzled.
Do I attract crazy people, or am I the one seeking out their company?
As soon as he leaves his house, these wandering bodies approach him and cling to his person, making him the depositary of their extravagant stories. There’s Dédé, the weather maniac. Laetitia and her strange visions. Madame Brandoux, who curses the whole world all day long. And many, many more.
Sandor wonders if he isn’t crazy himself. Especially since his daughter, Constance, has a terrible mental illness that isolates her (or do you mean Sandor?) from the rest of the world...
Shortlisted for the Goncourt Prize 2020
