"A miniature fresquo of a 15th of  august in a family house of the traditional bourgeoisie that reflects - from exteriors to interiors, from daylight to dusk - the portrait of a generation that no fire supports, that no revolt consumes and that poses a clear and disillusioned outlook on the world. "

(Presentation by the editor)

Lawyer by trade, Caroline Lunoir obviously relished in writing this first somnambulistic novel about the consternation of a huge bourgeois tribe who sees the guardian of the family property dare dip her body into their new pool. With a real autobiographical component, the book perfectly captures the mellow torpor of family vacations and says a lot about the difficulty of existing in a large clan. Her warm writing, gently scratching, follows the lines of the bodies, sculpted by social origin and maltreated by the sidelong glances. "

(Marine Landrot, Télérama, September 17, 2011)

Women dominate this large family. In number and in voluminous sound. The son is often considered unpredictable. The good-natured husband, happily embodies the authority of management. He is the portfolio, progenitor of political ideas and a figurehead approving the administration of the home. The wife is a mother, hostess, keeper of family ties, an attentive ear, the joy of the household and a figurehead in outside affairs.