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Michel Besovsky does not like children and never did. He worships experience and disdains young girls of his age or younger. They remind him of his own fiasco as a child. The fatal grudge against youth is soon to be put to trial by arterial fire. In the aftermath of an uneventful African fête, Blanche gives her father a good-night kiss that goes astray... The life-shattering experience repeats nightly for nine months and on three continents. Michel grows a
Lolita-like obsession with his prepubescent daughter. He approaches a mystery of not only tender physical, but of fast metaphysical depths. Choosing a direction is superfluous. The question is not and has never been, the old
fogey's What has he done, but the true revolutionary one, What to do next.

Could he still desist and turn everything into a joke? Or is he going to?