An orphanage or an underground brothel for sadists? Innocent games or rituals of horrific torture? Several realities overlap, intersect, enter into a chemical reaction, exploding syntax, annihilating common sense.

“An Pretentious Landscape” gave rise to one of the most notorious scandals in French literature, when, with the support of Roland Barthes, it received the Medici Prize. “Homosexual scenes and violence will cause legitimate outrage, but if you skip these pages, you will find a few lines that can interest a decent person,” Tony Duver warned readers.

they recruited children one by one, the director’s wife recruited in the village and he was in the city, she went into every port shack and into every provincial shack she felt the cheeks of the calves, examined the teeth, checked the butts, assessed the hair, genitals, bought the right boys for the price of a bicycle, chrome fenders, two brakes, a bell, a light in the front and a reflector in the back, she bargained for beautiful children, well-built, stately, very pretty butts shameless pussies, pretty faces, some boys who were too weak or too stupid had their balls cut off, fed them with hormones and they became girls, they were also killed