Anna has been living happily for twenty years with loving, sturdy, outgoing Guillaume when she suddenly (in fact, truly at first sight) falls in love with Thomas, intelligent and handsome, but apparently scarred by a terrible early emotional wound. He reminds Anna of Jude the Obscure and—adift and lovelorn—she tries unsuccessfully to fend off her attraction, literally torn between the two men: How strange it is to leave someone you love for someone you love. You cross a footbridge that has no name, that’s not named in any poem. No, nowhere is a name given to this bridge, and that is why Anna found it so difficult to cross. Anne Serre offers here, in her third book in English, her most direct novel to date. The Beginners is wildly unpredictable, sensual, exhilarating, oddly moral, perverse, absurd, and entirely unforgettable.