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  • English
  • 22 January 2019
  • 9780857050373

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Fakirs Author Antonin Varenne Review í 102 Can he expect from a man who bled to death in his own excruciating SM stage show Now there's a maverick police lieutenant on the prowl who thinks that Musgrave's suicide was murder Guérin might not look like much but he's one of the few honest officers on the force As the horrific extent. It s possible to believe at least for the first few pages that Bed of Nails is another uirky policier in the spirit of the Commissaire Adamsberg series by Fred Vargas and then it starts to sink in these characters aren t Gallic eccentrics they are truly damaged Gu rin the chief detective in charge of suicides scratches his head so hard he leaves bloody scars across his scalp while the suicide at the center of the story is a performance artist who spears himself onstage The beautiful blond reuired in every noir novel runs into walls a pet parrot plucks himself and I won t even start with the crimes of the corrupt police department Varenne s pacing didn t uite work for me but somehow he s managed to write a book that s completely bleak yet still has moments of desolate charm French fiction

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Fakirs Author Antonin Varenne Review í 102 It's as if he's being mocked from beyond the grave When John Nichols arrives to identify the body of an old friend he is immediately caught up in the detritus of Alan Musgrave's life the side of Paris the tourists don't see where everyone has a past but very few count on a future But what. I have not read a crime thriller as utterly compelling and emotionally powerful as Bed of Nails for many years and having been promised a uniue crime reading experience by those lucky enough to have read this before publication I would implore that you seek this out and prepare for an unparallelled master class in crime writing A novel that metaphorically slaps you round the face from the opening scene of a harrowing suicide and a plot that continues to pummel the reader s senses throughout plunging you unreservedly into the seedy underbelly of Parisian life police and foreign diplomatic corruption and a twisting thriller peopled by a cast of beguiling and emotionally flawed but totally engaging characters Being reluctant to divulge any further details of the plot I would say that this a novel that is best approached from another angle entirely and for the following reasonsThere s that awful reviewer s cliche that this is a book that stays with you long after the final page is turned but I would absolutely endorse this statement in relation to this novel The ending is so emotionally bleak for all the main protagonists but you have engaged with them so much during the course of the book gravitating between moments of violence to tenuous but touching interludes of human connection that it genuinely strikes a powerful chord As the denouement unfolds with such devastating conseuences for the characters there is a calm and understated depiction of human frailty In the death of one character in particular whose violent end is tinged with a moment of complete serenity there is a beautifully wrought and succinct juxtaposition with a solitary image that is wholly resonant of the natural world With assured vignettes like this at absolutely the right moments the manipulation of language to suit the change of tempo and tone in the plot and the deeper philosophical context this crime novel just draws you in and adds to your sense of this being than a thriller but a literary exploration of the boundaries of mainstream crime writing Simply wonderful

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Fakirs Author Antonin Varenne Review í 102 Of police abuse is revealed the race is on to find the link between a slew of recent suicides and the key to it is buried deep in Nichols's past Bed of Nails does for Paris what James Ellroy did for vintage America shining a light as never before on the seedy underbelly of La Ville Luminè. Something got lost in translation