While slow procession, the novel advance by his style, his epic taste, ancient supernatural. Laurent Gaude written polyphony to punctuate a narrative whose slowness is that of the sun, the stifling heat, mourning, walking the funeral procession, humidity of Indian forests. The magic is that dances, that of the spirit of the dead, the silent priests who throw saffron powder handles to call for clemency terrible gods. And the word is given to the dead; they are the ones that offer last glory to Alexander, while the succession war is raging.
A wonderful book which is super slow his hurried pace and constant threat in alternating voices: the voice of the dead who are for the living; the narrative voice which sometimes attaches to Dryptéis, sometimes to Alexander or Tarkilias.
Laurent Gaudé brilliantly meets the challenge he embarked without falling into the traps a very familiar story.