Two couples are spending their vacation in Italy, where the extreme heat makes their overall experience often tedious and painful.
This is far from being Marguerite Duras' best, and I wouldn't recommend this book to someone not familiar with her work yet.
Some of her favorite themes, such as love triangles and mother-child excessive attachment, are once more explored, but not with the same subtle depth and quiet beauty I've grown accostumed to with her work. The book is too repetitive, even for Duras.
Ignore unless you want to red everyting she's ever written (which is my plan).