Title: A performative contradiction
Review: The point of these confessional memoirs is to let us into how self-aware other people are--or at least that's something that's often claimed about them. But Texier's own unselfawareness, her own unwillingness to really be self critical beyond a few scattered moments, her inability to get beyond the sarcastic and repeated question, "what did I do to you," point up the difference between life and art. Texier confuses sex and love, and thinks that she can bind this man to her continually, even though he explains that he doesn't love her anymore, by passionate and wild sex, and then asks in a condescending and obviously insincere way, "so what did I do wrong?" This memoir demonstrates the narcissistic self-obsession that probably caused the relationship to collapse in the first place. It gets two stars because it generates a sort of voyeuristic sex based need to keep on reading, almost against one's will.
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