3/5 stars

What's it about? To overcome his obsession with collecting, Hector decides to fall in love. His new wife Brigitte unwittingly offers him the possibility of his greatest collection yet: moments of her washing the windows. Absurd and lighthearded.

How’d I find it? I loved Charlotte and have been looking forward to reading more Foenkinos ever since. This copy came from the French language section at Powell’s, which often harbors a treasure or two.

Who will enjoy this book? The Erotic Potential of My Wife is a more mature yet equally zany love story for fans of Boris Vian’s classic L’écume des jours (curiously titled Mood Indigo in translation).

What stood out? This silly novel offered chuckles throughout, even when Hector exposes himself at a dinner party. Foenkinos gives his supporting characters their moments; Laurence, the wife of Hector’s best friend Marcel, doesn’t disappoint. One bête noire: a latent misogyny that feels so French lurks in the prose. I noticed it, found it disappointing, and was able to enjoy myself regardless.

Which line made me feel something? Sick burn (translation my own): “Brigitte no longer washed the windows to satisfy her husband’s desires (they used an American technique that consisted of spacing out cleans longer and longer (the Americans had a knack for calling obvious techniques American)).”