Simple room

A man regains consciousness in an ambulance. He is used to this kind of trip. For the illness from which he suffers is chronic, deaf; his epilepsy regularly causes him to fall violently until he is hospitalized. Here, his horizon is limited to a simple white room. He becomes the Patient, endorsing this condition, that of “lying down”: infantilizing, immodest, at the mercy of the gestures and decisions of the caregivers around him. At his bedside, nurses, doctors, caregivers are busy. And Roman, his friend, stays close to him. Everyone speaks. But in this place where you only pass by, the roles are reversed. A nurse endorses that of a mother, a stranger met in the smoking area becomes a confidant. And in the game of love, you have to reinvent the rules. In this polyphonic novel, Jérôme Lambert excels in the art of contrasts. With sometimes tender, sometimes desperate derision, Chambre simple brings to light intimate suffering and invents a universe of strong, subtle and new sensations, from which escapes a scent of humanity.