Deep in the quiet stacks were books that hadn’t been read in decades. The books would be so surprised when I took them off the shelf. I would open them up and hear the spine crack like it was clearing its throat and then it would cough out a little puff of dust. They were sort of like finding genie bottles and when you wiped off the dust, a genie would emerge, ready to grant you all sorts of imaginary things.
Nineteen years old, free of prospects, and inescapably famous, the twins Nicholas and Nouschka Tremblay are trying to outrun the notoriety of their father, a French-Canadian Serge Gainsbourg with a genius for the absurd and for winding up in prison.