A beautiful style as we had not done since Rabelais but a depressing murky

And indeed, from the first lines you are embedded in an incredible French, as emerges from the grave, as a françois Rabelois French and writeth probably would appresté, so nice to esgourde by its pleasant and unusual sonnaillerie.

This effect very subdued by Jean-François Beauchemin is rendered almost natural that the narrator and main protagonist of the story lived, completely isolated and reclusive with her father in a cabin in the woods since his childhood.

Thus, this language packed Quebec archaisms, which archaisms alike as two peas in French means was practiced at the time of Rabelais, is supposed to stick to the archaic way of life, far from civilization and mores of our time.

So in the style aspect, I find this small and very successful novel exotic, carrying you in less than five lines to five centuries back, as in the days of good King Francis, first name.

I must now talk about things that upset, that, despite the originality of style, I have not tasted this romance to chipmonque stew and black bile. If you like creepy creepy home Seasoned with gore gore, then you'll certainly The Day of Crows.

However, if like me you are fond or creepy or gore, you may experience some discomfort during this reading. What is it about?

In this first-person narrative, the Squash son explains to a judge while his career, from his birth to this session before the tribuneau. So there is the long litany of bad semi-sadistic treatment he suffers from his father, not having known her mother, who died at birth.

This father, real gross woods, who did everything to destroy him, willingly or unwillingly, with or without the use of a strong mental derangement is the real hero (anti-hero) of this story.

All along, we try to understand the motives of this man, firstly to live apart from the world and to prohibit his son contact with others. Then the origin of the species of pagan sacrificial cult that dedicated to his late wife, and some of his psychiatric disturbances.

In the shadow of Squash father survives scrapes rather than saw his frail son, who spends his time wondering if her father feels anything of affection towards him.

It says on the back cover quote Martine Laval in Télérama that says ". Here the horror flirts with grace" all depends on how we understand the word flirting, if like me, you consider that this means "that approach but never reach," then yes, I agree.

For my part, I would write rather than horror flirts with morbid and rolls a roller the foul. The scenes of butchering various creatures, animal or human, come to support that feeling.

In short, very good meeting in style, but disappointment in substance. I think it is possible to speak of filial love without going in too murky and muddy land, hence the mixed and fairly generous appreciation against the real pleasure that I took to reading.

But that's where my notice of claim crow, a notice will fly in smoke, that is to say, not much.