And it is clear that without falling into a swoon, I spent a good time with this novel.
Since time immemorial, fathers spend their lives weaving carpets with the hair of their women and girls for the palace of the emperor. But no one has seen these carpets to the palace and the manufactured quantity is such that one has questions.
Especially as the emperor, who nevertheless lived for tens of thousands of years, to the rank of gods, is dead, the rebels took power and that no one knows anything about this story.
The title and back cover do not give thanks to the work. I hesitated before opening this book, precisely because of them. But finally took me well. And indeed there was no other possible way, since everything is based on these hair mats.
An enigma at first: What happens to these carpets? Let the reader be reassured he will have his answer, as surprising as logic.
The book consists of scenes of life, many of which are located on a single planet producing carpets, a description of a system introduced for millennia, medieval-fantasy type where women are wooed objects to their hair, interspersed scenes more "science fiction" "space opera," or slowly, explanations are set up to get to the final revelation.
The characters are a bit forgotten by the author. There is no real central character. That may be the only complaint I have to do in this book. Missing - although I'm on whether a deliberate the author does not rest on a character, but rather a story or stories - so it lacks IMHO character red thread, we could have followed throughout the novel.
An easy story to read, original and full of poetry (I shamelessly plagiarized Uncover the fourth) to be discovered.