Politics is cruel: we barely have time to become attached to some of its most fascinating characters before they disappear. We miss the poetry of Christiane Taubira, the delicacy of Nadine Morano, and above all, the elegance and refinement of Marlène Schiappa. Good news, she remembers us fondly: on June 5, she will publish a book with Fayard that promises to be grandiose, Scandal. We remember that she had written erotic novels which must have greatly impressed Bruno Le Maire. This time, she changes genre to look at the destiny of an astonishing woman.
According to the press release, she is a “beautiful, brilliant, powerful” heroine, “THE Minister of the Interior that everyone envies”. But in reality, Madame is depressed, she is “on the verge of burnout”. He was asked to go to New York to “establish his international stature and outdo his rival, the Minister of National Education”. There, she meets a “breathtaking basketball player” (sic). But man is not necessarily what he seems. “Between mental load, desire to please and desire to succeed in her career, this sexy forty-year-old is the woman that each of us looks like or would like to look like.” Women are fixed. Men, we don’t know. This alluring summary makes our hearts beat, the prospect of waiting almost two months to devour the announced masterpiece is unbearable. The delicious memories of the Harlequin collection resurface, Marlène Schiappa will delight us. Joy, joy, joy.