In a glass house lost amid mountains and lakes, a man dances with his dog. He thinks back to those words, to the fox, to the woman he loved, to years of fighting against cells that besiege to death. The fox didn’t come, his wife left, she imposed Élios on him, an untrained Beauceron with black fur and sharp fangs, to keep from going crazy, and he injects himself with the remainder of morphine intravenously. But one fine day, the need becomes imperative to rejoin the world, and this same man leaves the frozen lake for the city. Change of place and season. He tries, gets lost, starts again: prostitution salon, virtual friendship, kisses without affinity… Until the encounter with a married woman who moves him as much as she fascinates him. Grief then metamorphoses into passion, the lethargy of sorrow gives way to desire, radiant.
How to live again without betraying? In this novel of overwhelming radicality, the experience of grief and love become one. Pierre Yergeau’s refined language, his dark poetry, transforms despair into life.
