Such Fine Boys might be a good place to introduce yourself to Nobel Prize winner, slippery Patrick Modiano. It seems to be a kind of reminiscence of his prep school days, a distinguished subgenre.
This isn’t the play I thought I was in, I say, when I go to bed, again, without you. It’s not the part I was first offered, I tell myself as I lie awake.
In the middle of our conversation, well their conversation, someone from the table facing us came over, handed me a note, and left. Eagerly, I opened it. My heart sank when I read the words: “Don’t Fucking Stare!”