“Gloire pulled it off. She’s out of here. I took a day off for the occasion.”

Gabrielle has lost her sister. And if everything goes as expected, pretty soon someone is going to say that she’s in a better place now.
Jacqueline has lost her grand-daughter. But the news has come at a bad time, her favorite TV show is just starting.
Aude has lost her daughter. Standing in front of the half-unzipped bag holding the body, she can’t help noticing: something about Gloire’s face has changed.

Spinning off from a family tragedy, Eliane Serre has composed an intensely enjoyable novel that allows readers to wander through the minds of three generations of housewives. Love, sex and sorrow are analyzed with both black humor and affectionate insolence.

Combining chiseled writing with an atmosphere like a cross between Fleabag, Inside N°9 and Mon mari by Maud Ventura, Le Genre de la maison is a multi-voiced tragicomic novel that is a gem of gallows humor and a real revelation.