Little Lucretia and the painter Philip, Selene, a prostitute of untamed beauty from the 19th century, Emily and a dynasty of death, Maria from the Spanish Civil War, Hannah from the Treblinka camp, Mary Lane from Canterbury, Anna Mons and Great Peter, as well as so many others: Are they fake heroes who invade reality, or real ones whose fate is relentlessly fabricated? Is it a "from the chest" immersion in history? A spread in geography? Political satire? Or unknown biographies that invisibly intertwine into one?

The stories of the book, of light morals and ideas, seem more or less openly fetishistic. They revolve around the female breast, around this unsurpassable symbol of life, happiness, passion, and love. They could be characterized as a hymn or parody of a theme. Only the real theme, optimistic with all its shadows, is hidden beneath or behind it.