If you come to the writing first and it's powerful

your pre-reading prejudices and inner babble of opinions and ideas - of which mine include that writing by women from the erotic point of view of men is a cop-out, there’s enough of that around and a woman doing it won’t teach me anything new…melt into irrelevance. That’s the definition of good writing – it shuts you up. You get peace and quiet away from yourself for a while. What a relief!. Suffice it to say that when I finished this book I stocked up on all the prose by Reza I could find at the médiatheque – I’d rather see the theatre than read it. Two similar slim one-voice volumes, an off-beat form, novella-size, between monologue and prose “Schopenhauer’s sled” and “Adam Haberburg”.They’re sitting there on the corner of my desk as I write and I’m looking at them every now and then …and yet – and yet mingled insidiously with that nice sense of anticipation that comes over me when I know I’m going to get to spend time reading a good writer is the niggardly streak of disappointment since I found out about her writing on the presidential campaign. I know I will insist now that she prove her human touch somewhere again. That she shows us something else as well just all that cool, hemmed in verbosity and psychological sleight-of- hand that just tickles you into smirking out loud.