Great ... Again Galite bluffing us thanks to a perfectly constructed and mastered novel. Dark or black, the atmosphere is oppressive. One thinks Agotha Krisztof reading Zechariah. The child is a terrible coldness .. no sense ... terrible inhumanity. A great novel. The Galite John is a genius. Why has he no place in Parisian circles where mediocre apparatchiks literature proliferate? The genius-he is afraid these little marquis of the sixth arrondissement. Read Zechariah then Nirvana .. real literature !!!