Pascal contemplated that one's waking hours may be but "another sleep," and one's dreaming hours may indeed be another existence, of equal weight. Julian Green contemplated that as he "created" afresh the reality of the present book his imagination was amalgamating events from his past existence: he was not thinking, but dreaming.
The book is little because it effortlessly, miraculously conveys the essence of the author's self: his isolation from people acquiescing to ordinariness and impurity, his yearning to speak "I love you" to a beautiful male face and to be answered in kind, the two bonding in a perfection beyond carnality.
THE STORY
Say around 1908, Denis is the only child of a middle-class family in Paris, but his hardened orphaned cousin Claude, several years older, has been taken in. A poor student, an immovable resister, Claude is like an older brother, an indifferent companion--yet he casts an inexplicable spell over Denis.
Denis may gaze long at the sleeping Claude. Denis may gaze long at the naked Greek statues in the plaster-casting shop. Denis is lured by his lycee associate Remy to meet girlfriend Andree, deeply troubled because she has yielded to Remy. Denis loses his father, the First World War breaks out, Claude enlists, Denis loses his mother. Mustered out, Claude stolidly attends her funeral. A few days afterward, Denis seeks out Claude in his hotel room, to join him in the short journey to the site of their summer vacations, and there among the well-remembered trees, to say "I love you."
Though the novelette is told in the first person, Julian Green denied that it was really autobiographical. For Denis's relation to father and mother is ultimately unfeeling, and Claude is a recasting of Mark, Julian's perfectly loved beautiful face at the University of Virginia in the early 1920s--a face whose eyes could never express to Julian, I love you.