In a masterful prose that recreates the force of myths, or ritual formulas of enchantment, Éric Chevillard writes a dark fable about the history of our fall, as a photograph taken by a madman, but also as a testimony to our enduring hope. Caer is an island in the middle of nowhere. Its inhabitants seek to escape, generation after generation, that deadly trap, that desert in which no form of life grows, and where the days come back upon themselves as the eternal return of the same. Because the existence there is unbearable, the inhabitants of the island have created a society where the highest form of altruism consists in exterminating, physically and morally, to each other. His great dream is to escape from falling, to jump, to fly, but all will inevitably fall apart. All, however, continue scrutinizing the sky, only to continue hating and cursing the land of Caer. And to await the return of his deformed messiah, Ilinuk, the only being who could escape from the island, and who promised to return to save them all. When published in France, Caer was greeted unanimously by critics as one of the best novels of recent years. Compared to Beckett - for his humor, his seemingly absurd stories, his neat writing - Éric Chevillard has achieved with Caer his best novel, but also the most corrosive, powerful and twilight.