My friends

"How exhausting loneliness is for me. I wish I had a friend, a true friend, or a beloved to share my pains with. When I wander all day long, in silence, and in the evening in my room, I feel exhausted. I will share everything I own: the money given to me, my bed for a little affection. I will be very gentle with the person who gives me his friendship with full confidence. I will never oppose him. All his desires will be the same as mine. I will follow him wherever he goes like a dog. All he has to do is tell a joke, and I will burst out laughing; I will cry when I see him sad." Searching for a friend, this is the preoccupation of Victor Batton, he does nothing in his life except search for a friend, leaving his room every morning and promising himself to find a friend... So, will he find this friend? Emmanuel Bove addresses the issue of loneliness and the wounds that tear the human soul in a unique literary style, which made his name be inscribed in golden letters among the landmarks of 20th-century French literature.