Read the rave reviews from the press and I decided despite the attempts of some press push me not to read this book. I had to go in sociology to find it, it was not implemented in the novels docs ... but in short, I think that no criticism does justice to the masterpiece that just written L. Obertone. Fantastic literary narrative, scholar, poignant, metaphysics, awfully good, scary, smooth writing, uncluttered, adjectives fail me as I enjoyed to taste page after page of this inlâchable Utoya. The beginning is unheard of violence but it is literally pushed into the body and mind of Breivik, to feel its cold sweat poured down his neck. We are in doubts, delusions, her distress and her morbid enjoyment. The central part, very close meditations Particle Elementals, too erudite and extreme plunges us into an unknown and perfectly realistic, credible mental universe. The last quarter of the book is getting stronger to finish on a deep and unexpected conclusion. Would recommend to anyone who like me, awaiting the arrival of a new real French writer.