An essay on the love affair between Sade and Renée Pélagie, his wife, followed by an anthology of letters he wrote to her in prison. Sade wrote: I am a libertine, but I am not a criminal or a murderer. Locked up for part of his life, he was to create a counter-censorship machinery, in a literal mode, based on the prohibition of the novel. Little attention has been paid to his wife, Renée Pélagie. What do we know about this singular conjugality? About the kind of love that united them?
