happiness on the line!

Really, no way to be cushy when your name is San Antonio! While the latter lounging on the terrace of a boozer Champs Elysees, that he not only rich old bag falls on the overcoat. Imagine that the trollop in question maintained a gigolpince forty rods younger and that sometimes join up for their little session of legs in the air daily, wham, she discovered lying in a pool of grape jelly! There's something thrilling heckle best hung, right? Fearing for his reputation, Mrs beseech not 'dear Commissioner to fly to his rescue ... Good paste, Tonio accepts ... without knowing that he will go from one surprise!

32nd installment in the San Antoniade, "Truth salad" appeared in 1958. Far from the theories of the New Roman which then were all the rage, Fredo-la-Verve treats us here his usual cocktail and oh heady cocktail already well Point and served chilled for optimum pleasure: a third of mystery, suspense third, a third action, a generous helping of humor, derision, the 36th degree, incongruous apostrophes to the reader, a pinch of naughtiness a surrealist cloud, a touch of vaudeville, savvy shovel and especially -especially - tons of style, slang, verbal invention, metaphors to split pear and frankly a linguistic virtuosity so breathtaking that most writers, in view of icelle, paled. Result: happiness on the line!

Note in passing that this book is respectfully dedicated to Jean Cocteau, which (and this is to his credit) was one of the first to recognize Frédéric Dard, when started, a stylist non-standard.