It is within a voyage to the end of the life that invites us, for four short stories, Marcus Malte : stories of life, love, death. The eternal trinity against which we all run into. Four men’s voices telling their destiny, telling a father’s death or a son’s one, relating a love affair and its end. Which speak about inexpressible, of what sorrow can manage in a man’s life. The hell, for them, for others. In each of this stories, a human explains us a small piece of his life in order to share his burden.

It’s not really confessions, but at any time readers aren’t under the impression that these men need a forgiveness or want to relieve their conscience. Simply, they try to express what they could feel in their life’s strongest moments, in these passion’s moments, passion taking here its etymological meaning of suffering...

One of the darkest books in this 2005’s beginnig but one of most beautiful too. The author succeeds in in each one of these short texts to erase the writing, simple, purified, outlined to let pass the pure emotion. Simple but not simplistic. A very beautiful exercise of style.

Marcus Malte don’t forget narration and he puts in each text an exemplary rigour in order to never lose essencial: the man lost in the complexity of its feelings, human drowned and crushed by the strange routes of his destiny, not controlling them but feeling deeply all their damages.