“Autumn in Beijing” is “the most piercing of modern love novels.” Vian is recognized as a classic of intellectual kitsch and as a vivid representative of postwar French avant-garde.
On an unfortunate—therefore not quite wonderful—morning, Amadis Dieudonné boards the wrong bus and, without using a single ticket, ends up in Exopotamia. There he meets other characters from the novel as well, which isn’t surprising—after all, Exopotamia is a desert. And as Boris Vian claims, there are always plenty of people in deserts, because people like to gather wherever there is a lot of space.