" You 're breaking my heart, " the wealthy, handsome Andre, now hopelessly smitten, tells the object of his esire, Michele, who think: " Is that all? " Thus begins an astonishing novel about Love -- ( one of he few ever written, as opposed to lust, sex, and eve on).
he French take " love " very seriously, whereas " sex " is just a need, not unlike taking a bath or going to the wc.
She has her rules for sex and knows everythin about Love.Love is not meeting on schedule, insists Michele, speaking for Maupassant.
Please, continues Maupassant: " Who can ay a person loves well or badly, a lot or a little.
( Today, we know that word as easily, casually as Have a nice day) ... Because Maupassant analyses the layers, complexities, the variables of Love in a 200-page novel, my edition, some readers ( especially American) just dont " get it. " There are no pulsating thrusts, secretions, insertions; no bondaging or fierce bitings.