Me at the organ in a church crypt, me in love with a dog (I don't like dogs), me in an awkward situation in a trendy café in Tokyo, me as a writer, me as a teacher, me finding out that my family isn’t exactly who I thought they were... Adventures and misadventures, pleasure and pain, anything can be an excuse for a selfie nowadays. We take pictures of ourselves from every  angle and we share it with our friends (known or unknown) on social networks. Our era has one eye staring at the mirror, and the ego is clearly dominating the rest. Sylvie Weil already appeared as the narrator in family sagas in her two previous books, Chez les Weil and Le Hareng et le Saxophone. This time, she has borrowed from new habits to create an unusual genre: the literary selfie. But she does it in her own inimitable style. Not necessarily glamorous, and without worrying about making herself look ridiculous or hesitating to poke fun at herself... This collection of short texts composes a very new variation on a universal genre: the self-portrait.

A lively collection of funny and moving snapshots that gradually add up to the portrait of a surprising woman.