difficult to close such a book. It is dark and cruel, as announced back cover. I would add that sometimes it is unbearable with passages worthy of the Marquis de Sade, and especially with the deeply human journey crossed by three main characters. A thriller that makes one wonder about the daily violence and our society in a vacuum, through a provincial cop disillusioned by the justice system that console between the thighs of a prostitute whom he falls in love with a girl incest victim who shares with us his suffering and remorse through his diary, and John, a leader reduced to a homosexual relationship with a minor dormant.
Peeled scalpel, murders are linked. But the strength of the text is the lack of value judgments. There is no good, not evil. Everyone lives with his troubles, his mistakes, his past, each is embedded in everyday life. A little like Hugh Pagan.
Michel Vigneron is a cop and it feels, it transpires every page, through dialogues, hierarchical conflicts, and scenes of daily life as a police officer. I not talking about the morning coffee or the annual rating, I talk about the autopsy scene, glottis playing with a yo-yo in the discovery of the corpse fermented, this hyper-realistic scene of "slicing" committed by Gypsy with an old lady in a remote farm, I mean this kid who tries to escape sexual abuse from his father by pretending that his mentruation period is not over.
Thanks Michael. Well of perversion moved me guts. Thank you to Gilles Guillon, editor-in Ravet Anceau, which allowed me to read you.
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