There really is a long book had not captivated me so much. Difficult to leave and once completed, you feel disappointed to be arrived at the end of the trip. The writing is superb and the author unfolds his histoitre with a master not often found in a first novel. The plot is simple: The Flavier father, modest country priest watching over an unknown secret that an archaeologist, recently arrived in the village may be updated. All this in the early nineteenth century France. In most novels of this type, the nature of secrecy is paramount and it is based on the interest of the narrative progression. None of that here. We learn soon enough what it is. After a first moment of frustration, one quickly realizes that the suspense is none the less. Changing regularly narrative point of view is also more interesting from the standpoint of the priest succeeds that of the archaeologist. On would have no opportunity to tell us the same story twice, but the author uses this process to really advance the plot. The characters are really consistent and credible. Even the love story between Abel however unlikely, the beadle of the parish priest and the daughter of the archaeologist seems to flow naturally without ever lapsing into sentimentality. This book seems to escape any attempt at classification: not really a thriller, or even a novel under the fantastic nature of the secret was a bit reminiscent of the SF in the genre to Lovecraft wrote but remaining very original. And anyway, if there is one category in which this book fits perfectly, it is that the readings that mark and that you do not forget. I look forward to the second novel by Frederick Merchadou. And I do not think the only one in this case. In all cases: Congratulations!
