On a copy of Nadja, Chance meticulously traces the words I will love above the author’s name. She does it so carefully that it looks as though I will love André Breton was part of the cover design.

André Breton is nearing the end of his life. With Chance, he could repeat his pattern one last time: meet a woman, become obsessed with her, produce a book.

Chance goes to his home. They have sex. But a few days later, the poet dies and the young woman finds herself alone.

What if Nadja had written André Breton’s novel? The story of a man she chose as her savior, but who didn’t save her. With J’aimerai André Breton, Serge Filippini offers us that other tale. One that starts with André Breton and ends with a mystical revelation. How mad, crazy love can also be interpreted as a form of domination of the male writer over his muse.