Weighing and creepy

First, a good point anyway for Donna Tartt: this book is well written, very well, which is pretty rare these days, often complex characters are searched, deep analysis of their emotions and states are full Dame finesse. This is mainly what allowed me to read this book after Completion, despite the very heavy side and stifling that sinstalle insidiously over playback. Heavy, heavy with atmosphere, tortured dark that it gives off. Weighing by erratic and tribulations of a repetitive be adrift, terribly ill at ease, which can not seem to extricate himself of a drug universe, of alcohol, of dirty tricks, of lackluster shallows, along a friend's equally crazy as him. Even if one feels a certain understanding or sympathy for the friends, given the extenuating circumstances quon can lend (as the author says, the border between good and evil is never clear), we finally have more quassez dassister dépaves to wake bathed in their own vomit. This novel, beyond its excessive length, is too murky for quon can really lapprécier. The negative view qua Donna Tartt of life we ​​glue to the skin as a glue oozing, which is not desired only one thing left: to get rid flee faster the cesspool in which it wanted to lead us and finally enjoy a ray of sunshine and Redeemer of a refreshing bath!