Mrs. C. has been seeing a psychiatrist regularly for a long time. One day, she entrusts him with a notebook containing an unpublished manuscript she has written. Out of neglect or laziness, the manuscript lies unopened on the doctor’s bookshelf. Until Mrs. C.’s forty-third birthday, the day she decides to end it all. Then the notebook emerges from oblivion and is read.

It tells the story of a family in an affluent suburb of the capital: a strict father and a suffocating mother. Caught in the middle of their marital woes, a teenaged daughter: Mrs. C.

After Deuxième Femme (Second Wife), Caroline Pochon continues to explore her own life story, ripping into social conventions with panache. The words crack like whips. The scenes send chills down your spine. Could it be that writing – such a solitary passion – is actually a kind of sharing?

In an affluent suburb of the capital: a strict father and a suffocating mother. Caught in the middle of their marital woes, a teenaged daughter.