Beckett, Becquerel, and Ingot, through Kinder Jetliner, Thomas Bernhard: Nancy Huston has no use for literary hierarchies. With an iconoclastic ardor joyous insolence, she berates jumble these geniuses or those hacks it holds for "despair teachers", "mélanomanes" (who love black) or "negativistic" Schopenhauer and children Kieran. Not because they are the literature of the worst hate children and the human condition, which is their absolute right and is explained both by their personal history and the extent of the tragedies of our time. But because they claim it claims outstanding build their singular vision of the world ... Lets hope that his enemies will take the trouble to read his book before burning.