This was very strange. A book in 2 parts, the first being her description of sartre's final years, including his decline and health issues. the second being a series of transcripts of conversations she recorded with him. I found the first section to be inexplicable - I if he was supposed to be the love of her life, then why would you want to describe their decline in this detial - makes no sense to me. the second section was, to my mind, pretentious twaddle. Maybe I won't ever make a philosopher, but I can live with that, if I never have to read smething like this again.