A significant part of this surprise was to find that rather franchouillard screenwriter ("Lewis Trondheim" is a pseudonym) has embarked on a series still very "British" and did very well out . Moreover with the help of an almost unknown artist.
This comic takes us so in the Channel of today, mainly in London but also in Brighton, to the rhythm of the adventures of Maggie Garrison, a woman no longer young but not old either, at least not openly "canon" striving to survive in a job not declared detective, roughly assistant of a real private investigator which one can not say that it may overshadow Humphrey Bogart.
I realize that all this sounds disastrous, but it's good for our authors, the art - such as the cinema film director Ken Loach - their work is to raise well over its context.
This volume begins in the aftermath of the previous, so I recommend starting at the beginning. Not to spoiler, I merely point out that Maggie and Alex, her little julot chatting and rather brutal, recovered from gano it is good to stash the time it takes in order not to attract attention with a lifestyle suddenly became extravagant. Maggy therefore takes its investigations with two balls and Alex his trouble. But both soon realize they are filochés ... By whom? What for? This volume confirms the special attention nature of these characters and their universe, "populist" without excess, led by criminal frame of everyday life, punctuated as it should be frequent stops at the local pub.
All's Well That Ends Well in a particularly well done diptych, or - as I beginning to suspect - Are we ready to authors concoct a readership away if walking in the combines?
