One Day I will be a Latin Lover
“Yesterday evening, suddenly caught short, I decided to raise superstition to the level of aesthetic performance. Namely, if I managed to piss without staining my sky-blue toilet bowl, I'd get a review in the following day's Paimboeuf Courier. My urine, usually rather a dribble, streamed out straight into the centre of the toilet bowl. And the miracle suddenly clothed my modest bathroom in a mystic halo of light: I had succeeded. This morning I bought the Courier as I have been doing for ten years and ... bitter disappointment. Not a line. Not one. Nothing.
I would like to insist upon this fact to the editor: I am disappointed. Even hurt. Because destroying the dreams and beliefs of a child of fifty is not a good thing. Pass it on.”
In the sequel to I've always Wanted to be a Good Guy, Marc Villard continues to talk about everything. We share his emotions (immature?) his meanness, his fears and his improbable determination. Caught between the ludicrousness of every day life and its most quietly touching moments, is a character who is actually speaking about us in these short stories.
