A young woman arrives at a run-down house in the French countryside. The house, at the end of a drive lined with poplar trees, belongs to her wealthy boyfriend. She has spent the last week loitering around a swimming pool and making trips to the beach, while he prepared to shoot a movie, a task that will keep him away for the next several weeks. He understands her to be “a former grad student who had lost her way”—a type of woman familiar in fiction, highly educated yet troubled by a deep uncertainty about who she is or where she is going. She appears to be the secondary character in her own life, primed for a bout of well-appointed ennui.
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