Un roman publié en 1976... et pourtant tellement moderne ! Une écriture drôle et dynamique pour évoquer les paradoxes de la maternité, ou comment concilier ses aspirations de femme avec celles de mère. Déculpabilisant et entrainant !
Way ahead of its time - this book was published in 1976 and discusses the ambivalence of motherhood, of gender inequality, of combining career ambitions and work satisfaction with parenting in a way which makes the current crop of domestic goddesses seem self-deluded and vapid. Agnes and Serge are a comfortably well-off couple - he's a journalist, she's trying to make it as an interior designer and also helps mind a shop. They have one child, but both of them are a bit bored by the incessant demands of parenting. We see the world through Agnes's eyes - she meets a man who makes her question the state of her marriage, she meets other women who tell her that children leave the house sooner or later and are never grateful anyway, so you might as well live for your happiness. And yet, and yet... the dilemma between duty and passion, biological and cultural maternal instincts... a very honest account, which makes you question your assumptions.