"friends are the angels that we raise when our wings no longer remember how to fly." This sentence is not output from a "fortune cookie" chinese, but from the pen of Guillaume Musso (in The Girl of paper). In his study for Livres Hebdo, GfK reveals that the author has remained the most popular during the confinement. The marshmallow and the éteignoir. Double punishment!
The French have certainly read during their residency -and not only The Plague, albert Camus - but not enough. With 15.5 million books sold in eight weeks, the edition is a decline of 60 %. This is why the authors of best-sellers turned up all the bookstores in the end of may. You should bet on safe values.
The next Musso Life is a novel, as already used in his time by Alain Resnais, the new Joël Dicker are announced. Or even the first big polar this spring, The Valley(XO editions), signed Bernard Mining in bookstores since Wednesday, 20 may. Mining, not to be confused with the former lead singer of the Muscular, which is converted, we are told, in the hard-rock...
Has -t-he in a cold sweat since he was ranked among the hundred best authors of detective novels speaks to the Sunday Times? asked Yves Calvi who received with the " friend of books Bernard Lehut in its cultural programme in the morning, "Let you try". No, the Commingeois is not disturbed. Probably because he arrived late in this profession, after a career in customs. "I was a little employee who took the RER every morning, three hours of travel per day, it puts into perspective a lot of things," he says. Before talking about kitchen. He considers his books as the dishes he wants to eat. Meat instead of medium rare. "In your valley are committed unlawful killings of rare cruelty", note Lehut, happy to find Martin Servaz, the Maigret of Mining.
the inhabitants of The pyrenean village where the commander of a police investigation are cut off from the world. Part of a mountain collapsed on the road that connects the village to the rest of the world. The children can't plusse go to school. The parents are unemployed technique. We are doing what we can, with distrust evident to the authority. It does not remind you anything this hell confined?
The crime is not the only clear narrative here, but a presser foot, breaking the locks that separate the village communities, leaving them to explode their anger. We think one of the yellow vests. The author acknowledges to have been inspired. The polar is a literature of the real. A mirror which reflects our doubts, our anxieties, and our monstrosity. And as said Bernard Lehut, in conclusion: "It fucks the chips!"SujetsBernard LehutMartin ServazGuillaume MussoJoël DickerBernard MinierLa Vallée1 commentairedijonnaisle 21/05/2020 at 19:55
fresh blood... for a thriller, it is welcome.Read the comment