Découvrez une critique littéraire libérée des carcans, où Philippe Sénart, héritier de Thibaudet, parcourt la littérature française de Raymond Abellio à Jean-Paul Sartre avec humour et liberté.

Talon cheated. Not an almost, not a maybe, not a line blurred in the dark — a real affair, four months of it, while his marriage went quiet around the grave of Juniper's father. He told himself the thing every coward tells himself: that they were already over. That the drift between them was a death, not a distance. So he wrote the ending of a twelve-year marriage in another woman's bed and didn't bother telling his wife the story was finished until she found the last page herself. Juniper Vale doesn't get to grieve a marriage that died. She has to grieve one her husband killed and called natural causes. She should leave. Everyone says leave. Instead she does the one thing that's hers and hers alone: she takes out the map her father hand-marked before he died — the cross-country route he always swore he'd ride and never got the chance to — and she decides to ride it herself. To say goodbye to him. To decide, somewhere out on all those miles, whether she's also saying goodbye to the man she married. And Talon asks to come. So they go. Two helmets, one bike, a dead man's route, and nowhere on God's earth to hide from each other. For a man who has spent his whole life handling pain by riding away from it, the run becomes the one trap he can't outrun: forced to be present while in motion, mile after mile, motel after motel, made to stay inside the feeling he's always fled. He can't buy the good day. He can't perform the good husband at seventy miles an hour. He can only do the thing he never learned how to do — stay. And prove, if he can, that the marriage he buried was never actually dead. Juniper isn't going to be won by pretty scenery and a full tank. If she chooses him again, it will be with both eyes open, on her own terms, from strength — not because the trip was beautiful, but because the man finally is. An emotional, found-family motorcycle club second-chance romance about a real betrayal, the difference between motion and love, and a woman deciding on her own terms whether two helmets still belong on one bike. A genuine physical affair honestly reckoned with, a grovel earned mile by mile, a dead father's last route, and a marriage that the cheating nearly ended — and the road didn't. Full-length novel with a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

Philippe Sénart est né le 22 novembre 1922. Études de droit et de lettres. Longtemps, il a tenu le feuilleton littéraire d'Arts comme il tient actuellement celui de Combat. Il collabore à la Revue de Paris, à la Table Ronde, au Mercure de France.