Filiad begins as an incestuous love story and becomes a work of art. It is an enormous, monstrous passionate longing, accompanied by the suffering of most hellish jealousy; the more natural or simple emotion, like love. However, not a single explosive theme inherent in the subject has been defused, the reader is not spared the explosions, and the reader should prepare to be shell-shocked. Michel Besovsky does not like children and never did. He worships experience and disdains young girls of his age or younger. They remind him of his own fiasco as a child. The fatal grudge against youth is soon to be put to trial by arterial fire, when Blanche gives her father a goodnight kiss that goes astray… The life-shattering experience repeats nightly for nine months and on three continents. Michel grows a Lolita-like obsession with his prepubescent daughter. He approaches a mystery of not only tender physical, but of fast metaphysical depths. Choosing a direction is superfluous. The question is not and has never been, the old fogey’s What has he done, but the true revolutionary one, What to do next. Could he still desist and turn everything into a joke? Or is he going to?