On a frosty dawn, a young man appears, alone, on the road to Lisbon, in the northern United States. Immediately, a rumor began to spread through the city streets: David Horn had returned.
Four years earlier, the fourteen-year-old boy hadn’t returned from a night out like any other, during which he and his gang had angrily circumnavigated a narrow universe circumscribed by mountains, pale skies and a tiny river. His return upsets the balance of a community welded around his absence, redrawing the contours of a fictional town where we gradually penetrate the mystery of the characters.
Can the one who returns be the same as the one who left? Hélène Gaudy writes a feverish novel about the passage of time and dreams bigger than America, about necessary estrangement and the misunderstanding of those we love, a novel as troubled as childhood wounds, which traces the map of adolescence in suspense.