This is a strange book - although that can probably be said of all of Ernaux‘s books on some level. Each chapter begins with a photograph snapped during her love affair with the co-author. Both Ernaux and Marie then write, separately, about the photograph giving context and meaning and placing it in time. Ernaux had just been diagnosed with breast cancer when the affair began, and the idea of mortality is a through line through the book. More ⬇️