Alas!

Despite all the esteem I have for Coatalem we must recognize that this book is completely missed: he has nothing to say to us and for good reason since it shows him nothing but a dummy set, then it furniture with excerpts from other authors who do not know much more and often simply like him even, comments acids and moralizing; ideology against ideology ... It's not that we have any sympathy for these dictators and their ghost country, but we would have liked anyway other than those agreed indignation and these digressions on Melville quickly turn to gibberish nickname poétique.Non, really, with so few biscuits and inspiration, it was better earned jump to the next book.