It’s a cemetery. Where Chloé is trying to write a book of revenge, a book that could kill. Her target is her grandmother, a woman devoid of empathy, who has revealed a family secret to her through a third party. One of those secrets that devastate and ruin identity. Théophile appears, a strange character, a great regular of the place. With him, Chloé visits the graves and hears the dead confide in them one by one. Each one has its story, its music, its song. And its lesson, perhaps. Which could be useful to the reconstruction of this destroyed self.
Interweaving personal quest and the voices of the dead, Dans ma maison sous terre is a novel that questions our relationship to death, literature and psychoanalysis.