It's a remarkably smart story: ironic, self-deprecating, bleak and funny. The point of the book is not the plot per se, but rather the selfish, remote and alienated viewpoints of both the main character and his charges.
Yes, the book is filled with reflexive and amusingly supercillious French philosophy - sometimes it's just so silly you laugh out loud. At other times, one isn't quite so certain how frivolous the book is being: there are some disturbing descriptions and commentary in it, particularly related to adolescent alienation and loss. Dufosse is superb at describing the ambiguity of youth: a time when people are strong-willed and idealistic, but willing, too, to lose their own identity to further belief. And it's that confusion, that great philsophical muddle which make the book so complicated. Just how far should one be taken in? And just how possible is it for such terrible events to occur?
If you're looking for a book with a whizz-bang thriller plot, you'll be bitterly disappointed. But if you're looking for a very intriguing and somewhat strange read, you'll be more than satisfied. Fans of Houellebecq will probably love this book. Fans of thriller fiction and beach reading will be bored.