My opinion may detonate in the chorus of praise, but I do not share the rave reviews that have been made about this novel. Although I am coming to end, I got bored farm. Certainly the life of Jacques Coeur deserves to be better known, but his moods - constantly emphasized - weary. What convolutions! Some pages may be read diagonally, or even not be played at all, without detriment to the understanding of history. Despite a story told in the first person, the history test (probably richly documented) overrides the romance genre (which had managed to avoid brilliantly in Chandannagar F. "The driveway of the king", another historical novel taking the form of diary). The work of JC. Rufin is cold, austere, sometimes pompous, never exciting. It lacks the epic of the "Abyssinian" or "Brazil Red" which was flying off the drive.