"Plût au ciel que le lecteur, enhardi et devenu momentanément féroce comme ce qu'il lit, trouve, sans se désorienter, son chemin abrupt et sauvage à travers les marécages désolés de ces pages pleines de poison."--Back cover. When you opened the book, you could not imagine that it would take as long to get through it. Nearly six hundred pages of text woven tight, without breathing except the rare chapters changes. Nor could we imagine, given the violence of the talk, that it would take as much pleasure, that one would come out so reinvigorated. What rage, what energy! Six chapters, six formidable voices of invention and diversity, which respond, overlap and collide. Six members of the same family with the deglingue. A chorus feverish, thundering and wobbly. The set is organized around a calamitous birthday lunch where the family, supposed to be found and incarnate, is shattered in a violent movement to take the breath away. The scene is sinister and rejoicing all at once: Finally, the grimacing masks of a stifling and mortifying game are broken. It returns as a leitmotiv, grasped by the gaze of each one, all the narrative proceeds and returns to it--Abstract by http://www.telerama.fr/livres/le-pas-suspendu-de-la-revolte,154959.php