In her room, open to the sounds of the neighborhood and the city, a young woman gives herself overwhelming orgasms in order to evacuate the marks of an incandescent love. She reads, writes, sleeps on an air mattress in the empty house that her mother temporarily lends her. In the changing color of the days, she patiently counts on beauty and light to reconnect with her existence.
A novel of oblivion and a writing diary inspired by the fearless prose of Violette Leduc, Au temps sublime unveils the body as the strap of a slow mourning, shocked and swaddled in the truth of the flesh, embracing the experience of a cathartic pleasure.
