He is a two-time winner of the Premio Valle Inclán, for Kamchatka by Marcelo Figueras (2012) and for The Blue Hour by Alonso Cueto (2014). But when you have finished reading Lie With Me, I would urge you to dig deeper into Besson and enjoy prose as you rarely find it nowadays.

In the midst of the terrifying din, in the indescribable panic, we fought side by side, advancing the front line. This book was brilliant and I just couldn’t stop reading it, I ended up staying up late so I could Finnish it. A profound, yet simplistic, analysis of love, seen through the eyes of sixteen-year-old Vincent d'Etoile. Depois de Lie With Me, fiquei com vontade de ler mais do Besson e o escolhido foi esse seu primeiro romance.Part Three offers the inevitable tragic conclusion and a sting in the tail that is so contrived that it strikes the reader as ridiculous. Let’s start with the fact that the narrator of the novel, Vincent, is one of the most unpleasant characters I can think of – and in a very dull sense. Un Marie à bord duquel nous naviguons, sur des mers calmes ou déchainées, à la recherche de rivages paisibles ou accidentés.

Philippe Besson admira obviamente Marguerite Duras, e este pastiche LGBT até podia ser interessante se o protagonista não fosse tão irritante e se a situação não fosse tão inverosímil. I hope others of the author's work will be translated for the enjoyment of those of us whose college French is not adequate for reading it in the original.

Your immediate instinctive reaction is to touch me, to press against me, to impress your body on mine, to wait for the moment when they are symbiosis, the moment when marriage makes them one flesh. I felt there could’ve been more character building in part one or at least the author could’ve gotten us more engaged with the primary character as he came off rather unlikeable. Vincent, on the other hand, expressed curiosity and fascination with sex itself and Arthur’s body than the boy himself, only to then suddenly be love-struck out of the blue. This is one of those books that makes me amazed and wonder why I decided to pick up in the first place. The room is filled with our silence, filled with the sounds of bodies brushing against each other, with the sighs of mingled mouths.