Three school friends are called to the bedside of a friend they haven’t seen in years, a friend who has gone on a terrible physical and philosophical journey. Michel marries Marceline without really knowing her very well; shortly after his wedding he falls ill to the brink of death. Upon recovery he decides that he is instead going to forgo all of his former lifestyle and morals and simply revel in sensual and physical pleasures. Of course there are disastrous consequences for his wife, repressed homosexuality that torments Michel, etc. I was going to write a longer review but I don’t have the right words for this book. It’s beautifully written but too creepy and frustrating to enjoy, which I’m sure is what Gide was going for, so in that case, well done, André.