At only 76 pages, this novel was almost simply a pamphlet, telling the story of a woman’s decent into obesession following the end of a relationship. Of course, this “occupation” and invasion of her mind was not due to despair, but because of her incredible jealousy over the other woman.
This novel will not appeal to everyone, whilst reading it, I caught myself thinking Ernaux should just get a grip and get over her bloke “W”. Her work did in fact remind me of some past acquaintances, and lovers, drunk and flaling into the pit of jealous despair. It occupies your mind and can destroy you.