a fascinating subject, all that was needed for writing haunting and poetic pages. and this is the "crash" (sic, as the term used in all the time with A Bosc, who seems to have looked in the dictionary synonyms). a flat report and high short few hours on board (all we could write to evoke an era, the clothes, the events of the time, the atmosphere, the ways of speaking: NOTHING), intercut with skinny biographies ( with such fascinating characters that both Neveu Boutet de Monvel let alone a conveniently small number of people whose Bosc tells us nothing beyond the names, while a good investigation would have helped make the portrait of a bygone era ), with no link between them. a deplorable style, grammatical errors including the French Academy welcomes. No anything. mess