Seda/ Silk

This is not a novel. It is a history. It begins with a man who travels the world, and ends at a lake that stays undisturbed on a windy day. The man’s name is Hervé Joncour, the lake’s name is unknown. You could call it a love story, but if it was only that it would not have been worth telling. The book combines desires and sorrows that have no name.