Death without credit.

"You missed your life? With us you will succeed your dead! »House Tuvache specialist degree in suicides of all kinds for ten generations. The mother, Lucretia, concoct poisons in her small kitchen. Mishima's father, offers a beautiful seppuku wearing kimono adorned with an embroidered cross, marking the spot where the sword support. Vincent, whose head is surrounded by bandages to prevent it from exploding, refines the model of a park death: "limonaires moudraient organs of sad songs. Ejection rides propel people like slingshots over the city. There would be a very high fence where the lovers throw and a cliff, holding hands. "And Marilyn sell you his famous" Death Kiss ".
But in any family, there is a black sheep. In Tuvache, it is rather a pink lamb. Alan, the youngest. Always smiling and upbeat song to the mouth. It is the despair of his parents.
"Jean Teulé had regaled us with its staggered novels () this time it dazzles us. "" Dazzling novel by Jean Teulé ". "Teulé will embroider a true story of literary adventures full of surprises. "Do not throw away. The cup is full. What concert unanimous praise sung by the reviews!
Yes, the story is original and told on a black and crazy humorous tone in which the author has the secret.
The future we brush has nothing attractive. The city bristles with inhuman towers above which the inhabitants threw themselves into a grim and continual ballet. 3D TV puts you in the heart of the action. When the presenter appears, "leaning to the right or left, you can see the profile. Mishima feels his scent he finds too heady. This decreases the intensity using the remote control. "The news, of course, are bad:" The dictator of the universe, Indira Tu-Ka-Ta, inaugurated this morning in Siberian province, a vast complex of eight hundred thousand high stacks of six hundred meters, loaded we hope to repair the ozone layer around our globe (...) All the experts believe that this decision should have been taken from the twenty-first century () now it's too late. Obviously, this good chalkboard is painted with irony.
Everywhere, the pages appear quotes from the "Flowers of Evil": "Ah, have I put down quite a nest of vipers rather than feeding this derision! Lucretia rumbles. " "They put forward centimeter by centimeter through the shelves forests of symbols which observe him with familiar eyes" or "Flowers swoon in the corner. Sounds and perfumes turn in the atmosphere; melancholy waltz and painful vertigo. " And the examples abound. It would be great fun if somewhere a note and signaled the way to what Baudelaire Baudelaire ... But nothing. Nowhere! When a student does so, he is accused of plagiarism and punished!
I read this novel with pleasure, but I considered it as a pleasant entertainment, nothing more. From there to cry genius and talk about masterpiece, there is a step that I will not cross.