A young, unnamed, French women flies back from Berlin to Paris. In her mind she goes over her wide-ranging intellectual conversations with a concert pianist and composer she met in Berlin. Despite her obvious intelligence and education she continually bemoans her inadequate education and lack of social skills. Challenging literary style - no dialogue and long sentences - but very amusing and certainly unusual. I enjoyed it.
One more piece of luck: I didn't explain to the pianist how to play the piano, it was touch and go, I told myself later in the plane, it was a close run thing, I could have very well have done it, I'm perfectly capable, I know I'm capable of explaining the art of the well-tempered keyboard to a pianist as if I myself were a virtuoso.