| Summary: | Rome, San Camillo Forlanini Hospital, spring 2015. Nailed on a medical bed with one leg in the air, the one who claims to be called Wallace tries to understand: would love have turned his head, at the risk of losing it, literally ? He saw Giulia, his mistress, trying to recall him to the order of love in the too lively light of Via Appia Antica before removing a small revolver from his bag, which he first took for a a sort of theatrical accessory, perhaps a pair of pearl jewelery, elegant, inevitably elegant in the eyes of Wallace, like all that Giulia touches, all that she bears , everything she breathes, Giulia "... What is the relation to the delusional fantasies which the young woman lends to her paraplegic husband? With the new Roman mafias that divert aid to refugees? And with China, great gods? What is Wallace's relationship with China without his knowledge? -- Translation of page 4 of cover by Gallimard.
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