These are the last months of a man's life. Quentin Debeaumont. Sixty-one years old. Famous and celebrated writer. He experiences a romantic and sexual passion such as he has never experienced with a sixty-six-year-old man, Pavel Radulescu, a worker of Romanian origin who became a business manager and a fan of Greco-Roman wrestling. At first, he refuses his advances. Whether he is bisexual or homosexual, the question is never resolved. He ends up accepting them but in an unusual, ritualized form.
At that time, we are in seventy-eight. I'm twenty years old. I'm in America, in San Francisco.
"As far back as I can remember I've never been hungry". That's how begins the autobiographical story of a man - the movie maker himself - who reports both the anorexia nervosa that he went through as a child, then as a teenager, and the difficult relationship that, as an adult, he's been sustaining with foodstuff, or with the mere act of ingesting solid food.
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