Oh mon Dieu quelle horreur !

One Kafkaesque morning, as I was waking up from anxious dreams, I discovered I dreaded going to work

writes Europress reviewer Denis Boyles (Thanks à Valerie).

All I wanted to do was cheat on my perfect wife, ignore my children, stab my oldest friend in the back, and smoke a cigarette, even though I haven’t smoked for almost 20 years. My hair broke out in gel and my underwear turned into briefs — then shrunk three sizes. I realized I was slowly becoming a French person.

So I'm going to the American midwest, the anti-France, where people talk as straight as they often are. …