In the slums of London

Life with the watch, William Boyd's loyal readers were taken aback by his willingness to tackle a highly codified genre: the spy novel while appropriating and by playing his shots. Mission accomplished and with what talent. Ordinary Thunderstorms belongs to the genre Thriller and Boyd tried to give him the same treatment. The result is just a little less convincing, the mechanics of taking a little polar precedence over the more soul (and humor) that one is tempted to expect each delivery of the British writer since As snow the sun (25 years for its French release). But do not choosy, the construction of this novel is the high-flying, with its multiple plots-but you never lose the north and meticulous description of an unknown London, somewhere near Chelsea, neighborhoods closer to the Third World than the capital connected with the Thames becoming a key character in this novel lowland. If the start argument is reminiscent of a poorly digested Douglas Kennedy, it is then more toward Dickens and nobody will complain. Incidentally, Boyd hairpin few excesses of the modern world and, in particular, the actions for the least unreliable of the pharmaceutical industry. With its twists and turns, its ups of characters color and especially the hallucinatory vision of a capital city that in some ways resembles a city of the Middle Ages, William Boyd signed a new novel that, in one way or another is destined to become a classic.