Confessions of a heterosexual who was behind his time

I long believed that life was a holiday, and when I turned fifty, life became a constant hangover. I longed to be transgressive, not knowing that I was a conformist. Today I feel better in an Augustinian monastery than in a brothel, and I admire the military more than I admire trendsetters. There is nothing conservative in this confession in my confession: it takes much less self-confidence to continue smoking drugs than to give them up. The confession in the book does not guarantee absolution: go on your own way if you are looking for anything else in this book than a man trying to understand himself. —Frédéric Beigbeder.

The testimony of a “repentant” man trying to admit his past mistakes while reflecting on the topic of a turbulent personal life.

The self-portrait of the scandalous writer, ladies' man and schemer Frédéric Beigbeder is the testimony of a man caught between two generations and repenting for not being a déconstruit man. He tries to admit (not without a good dose of humor and provocation) his past mistakes and liberties, first of all realizing his own reflection in the mirror.

“Confessions of a Heterosexual Who Was Behind His Time” is an attempt to understand himself, his past and the world around him. With brutal frankness and ruthless humor, Beigbeder settles scores with drugs, alcohol and sex, revealing his personal attitude to excessive political correctness, feminism and the claims of “omniscient new prophets”. Without ceremony, which makes him a scoundrel, accused of almost all mortal sins, and without sparing his desire for decency, he concludes his confession with a declaration of love for the one whom he chooses as his wife every day from among the sea of ​​women.