Narrative to the first person of a foreign parachuted into the unknown, "Humans" reveals according to his 280 pages attractive charm the object unidentified literary, kneaded of originality. Sunk into the skin of the mathematician about to do to make humanity a quantum leap forward, our alien on the loose will have to bow to the habits, customs, ethical codes and light years away from those that are his. Forced landing on a suburban road opening chapter novel sets the tone of his epic crusty between comical and mischievous nonsense. For the needy shall start from scratch. Sapproprier our language, understand that spit on his neighbor is not synonymous with courtesy, as if strolling naked through the streets lexpose to stay at the police Besides being confusing naivety, our narrator has a way with words and cultivates gift crunching through our little habits with a corrosive acuity Willy-nilly, he continues his mission: to remove all traces of dAndrew MARTIN work. The fate of the universe depends on it, which is not nothing. It therefore leads punctilious investigation, eliminates (physically) the suspects, clears incriminating evidence. And the rest of the time he assumes his role as a father: Isobel married to historian 41, and father dilettante Gulliver, fifteen years, which crosses seismic turbulence of the crisis dadolescence. Everything should take place at best his excursion on Earth that should not last more than a few days. But there obviously was a catch: lusurpateur from outer space begins its new sattacher transitory existence. Human present case has beautiful macerate in a primary archaism and wallow in the beginnings of its evolution, it has no less nen its charms. Successful scene where the new version dAndrew MARTIN discovers magnetism of classical music, or almost clairvoyant complicity that binds him to his dog Newton. Selfish little jubilation when experimenting for the first time the nature of feelings, he feels attraction and love, or that gradually widening the relationship of a father to a son too long neglected. The writer is right and good. We feel a great deal of experience in the fictional layer outside the fantastic setting in which it sinscrit, unravels and skillfully dissects the emotional ties that make humanity a foutraque case full of paradoxes, but cruelly endearing. Through overseas because of a fundamentally blank look, Matt HAIG reported permanent shift which we depend and makes us oscillate between Letre and appearance. He questions nonchalantly our life in society, and implicitly condemns the standardization of our practices (cultural, political, aesthetic, sexual ...) our egotistical and self-centered world view, while denouncing the failings of frenzied materialism which humans shamelessly succumbing. It's a bit simple, but often right. It distills the liking of some paragraphs superbly turned a small ode to poetry and to prime numbers, showing us that one like the other are not incompatible and have the virtues of the same elusive beauty. And beyond the literary artifice unveil some intimate scars door author: regret not having (or able) to assume his role as father and / or husband. For there is no doubt that this "Humans" contains a net autobiographical bent under the bold and shameless joke from its formatting. Interest of seasoned reader: try to unravel the thread of lived and imagined.
By placing himself in the shoes of an alien who temporarily took the place of a landlubber, HAIG Matt offers us an overview of three dimensions of life on planet Earth. It scans a sharp eye, sensitive and humorous all the little absurdities of the human condition, and through these paradoxes in which humanity gets entangled and yet forged any chilli and the charm of its nature. Under the joke of artifice, the writer teases central truths are not without question. Loaded with paragraphs smoothly trussed, a way with words that hits, aphorisms such a squeaky lucidity jubilant, "Human" is an intelligent novel and controlled who cultivates labsurde to better reveal the real. A nice shot of heart.
