“I’m an average good-looking woman in my mid-40s, fairly intelligent, but with too many tabs open […]separated and still in one piece, a late bloomer flirting lost in the damned labyrinth of dating apps, searching for a long-term relationship, open to short, and the reverse the next day. In this very first novel, Candide Proulx lucidly delivers the chaotic journey of a separated mother, and manages to express her romantic excesses effectively and plausibly. However, if several forty-year-olds can identify with this Rosalie scrolling over more than two hundred pages, her romantic expectations as well as the disillusions and disappointments that result from them, there is little chance that this generational theme, this writing of the present crisscrossed by Messenger , Facebook and their real, settles down permanently in the field of literature. Mirror of a rather boring daily life, Majesty is part of this narcissistic and therapeutic literature which, although it does not have much to offer, will at least have the effect of comforting certain readers in their difficult quest for happiness.
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