Brilliantly written but somewhat obscure

The world is dead. Since the Wane (a disaster that devastated the planet fills background) occurred dozens of years before, the world is no longer quune empty shell, a dead body in the bowels which the few survivors swarm like worms in the body of a hanged. Only institution to have survived lapocalypse, Leglise sends the four corners of the Earth these fearsome inquisitors, the Cavales laden DEliminate the last traces of life so dachever LOEUVRE cleansing of God. Sow Maw is one of them. From an early age, he has never known fear, rage, despair and hatred of all life, human or animal. The face hidden under a metal mask, the body corseted leather and dacier he wanders the earth's surface and hunting with fierce resentment concealed heretics shivering in their caves, maiming, killing, torturing Completion day he crosses paths dune dune strange young girl dating canister carrier davant the Wane she refuses to reveal the contents. The girl is thin, fragile, almost mute. It has nothing remarkable, nothing dextraordinaire, yet Maw Sow does not kill nor drags in black corridors Inquisition. On the contrary, pushed by a mysterious intuition, he takes her under his wing and laccompagne in his quest to the center of the world, the place where the product sest Wane, where it all began and where everything sest completed.

Sil must recognize something "Maw Sow", this is its undeniable originality. Far from the traditional science fiction novels, far even the usual post-apocalyptic stories, Justine Niogret offers us a complex and oppressive novel, written in a language that is not less ballast. Violence and bestiality were already present in his first two novels, "Helm Dog" and "Biting the Shield", but were offset by the sweetness and serenity of some passages. Nothing like in "Maw Sow" everything is brutal, bitter, heartbreaking, cruel characters terrify their staggering savagery, especially the main protagonist, monster that he does so dehumanized longer recognizes any link with his fellows, all reduced to its eyes to the state of rats of insects and larvae. The novel also surprises with its very dreamlike scenario and full of surreal scenes, sometimes on the verge of understandable. This is where the shoe injured my case Insensitive to metaphysics, I have often lost his footing in this storm of metaphors and symbols and I come out of this shaken reading, but also vaguely frustrated with the feeling passed partially BE missing something.

With obvious stylistic qualities, "Guel Sow" is probably the kind of novel that takes several readings to be fully appreciated. It will not be for now because i largely happy with my books to swallow, but I may retenterai the experience one day at leisure.