![]() It will resonate with anyone who has felt love, which is to say all of us. ![]() It’s a tribute – to first love, especially those first loves which prove immutable and enduring. And then love: both a growing and intimate chumminess, as well as a physical passion consummated wherever two teenagers can find privacy in a smallish French town in the homophobic ’80s. The tension is already such that this moment - after recess on a winter’s day as the narrator roots through his bag for a biology textbook – is both banal and deeply thrilling. The first two thirds of the story chronicles their relationship: from furtive glances and idle daydreams to the moment of first contact. As with all good literature, it doesn’t really matter. It’s Besson’s tribute to the teenage lover to whom the book is dedicated, although it’s unclear just how much of the narrative is novel and how much fact. ![]() Philippe Besson‘s Lie With Me is equal parts poignant tribute and glaring warning. ![]()
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