Contrary to what we read in some presentations of his books (presentation editor I suppose), all novels are not arbitrarily at the same level: they do not have the same success and are not alike At this point. If they are often mostly autobiographical in any case they seem borrowed more to life (even inside) the writer that under pure imagination. I must appreciate the alternation, and this novel seems rather from the imagination. He reminds me a little of Auster Mr. Vertigo. The comparison stops there, the ambitions of these two novels have nothing in common! I note 4 stars because anything now outperforms rate, syntactic richness and finesse and originality of the "scenario" of the murderer Hygiene.
