900 pages that do not get it rip: let get drunk by drinking this black!

The original title (homicide: one year in the killing streets) is speaking only slightly evocative -for français- Baltimore player. Too bad because we take a lá grandiose doubée documentary fresco of exceptional literary performance.

David Simon takes us into the bad neighborhoods of Baltimore, brush before our very eyes a portrait gallery - thugs, small strokes, large hard, junkies, cops, widows, orphans and stiffs - dark and baroque, and especially a amazing depth and psychological finesse.

Writing has nothing to envy to the best á Dennis Lehanne or James Ellroy. The humor, scathing and often very black, is very present, as a salvation for the main protagonists - the Criminelle- inspectors not to freak out.

Alternating scenes realistic - style camera á shoulder, x-ray of a certain dark side of American society, enlightening and uncompromising analysis of legal and criminal system - pages 308 á 320 which interrogatoirenet strategies to demystify how lesminspecteursndétourent the famous 5th amendment (the right to remain silent) is a moemtn anthologie- of this masterful pad devours the ball in the stomach, a smile on his lips and neurons all titillated.

No need to love thrillers to get a hit. A strong work that engulfs us in the dark waters.