Fred Vargas not we book detective stories but true tales filled with our most secret terrors of evil characters, modern figures ogres and other monsters. This is drawing to this directory which manages to pass nimporte what (and it does not deprive sen matter) to the delight of readers. Who else which might create a story that revives the figure of Robespierre, an enthusiasts club in the French Revolution, a tragedy that occurred 15 years ago to tourists in Iceland? And when you think you have enough, appears a protective boar and a search for origins that would not disavow psychoanalysis. No, nobody can compete with Fred Vargas on this ground there because it nécrit not the real but leaves come a flood of images, according to the surrealist method. We must therefore accept to drift and be carried away to quen end (story) "pelota seaweed" is unraveled.
