The flatness of the style, its almost one-dimensional uniformity, the lack of psychological exploration – except for the occasional hint – effectively reflects Rosemarie's internal world, the lonely and indomitable heroine of this unusual novel. It is a bare interior world, empty of warming memories and lacking in solid ambitions, uninhabited by sublimations or interests. Rosemarie only knows how to stand among the rubble, among the damages of the life of others. In a rare mention of the past, Rosemarie describes herself as an already marginalized, badly-dressed teenager with a bigoted mother, perpetually clumsy and subordinate to her fashionably-dressed companions. Rosemarie's desire is powerful, declared and explicit and as such gives this novel its name. The relational form that Rosemarie chooses to exercise her progressive power is that of help. An examination of the various psychoanalytic facets of power would be lengthy.