my favorite poultock

What he dopait the Fredo? Y has days, frankly, j'me asks ... So ... So spirited imagination ... A phenomenal speed of writing ... The z'écrivent that any vibure in general is hack and company ... Ben, the Sana buddy, he was laying there you his books to tail single file and yet found a way to make it real literature ... the one I taken Anyway ... with style banter ... who ... who ... street in stretchers which point you anthology metaphors ... that you bonnit owls stories full of suck and pretty clip girls dressed too ... Say What has horns who dared criticize Sting exploit a vein ... write San Antonio as receiving a pension ... But dammit, when we had the flair to invent such a fabulous character and tweak it a swagger like no other, the crime would be to not write, of San Antonio ... or write a trickle .. . Me, Sana, J'voudrais there to be ten thousand miles ... ... one hundred thousand ... to be sure never to miss ... Oh my, if you knew how I dread the day I get to the end of the last ... Just thinking about it, I have the moral that staggers and flubes playing castanets ... Me finally, I will always have the resources to resume series at the beginning and encore, right?

Meanwhile, j'continue of m'régaler savoring one after the other volumes of this wonderful reissue due to the care of knowledgeable and passionate François River, a great connoisseur and staunch advocate of the People's Literature, as was before the late Francis Lacassin him ... Already Volume 15, in which we r'plonge owls 80s period 84/86 to be exact ... But precisely tell me some, the best San Antonio, was -this not that of the origins, the Sana "vintage" of the fifties? One of the 80 should it not a crooked cartoon? Well, it is certain that the saga of our dear Commissioner evolved over the 50 pins that lasted his literary existence. From 1949 to 1999, the Company changed much. But above Frédéric Dard itself changed. Or rather his writing. Certainly in the first Sana, prose is already formidably virtuosic, rich brilliantly outlandish metaphors and picturesque language finds. Yet the first album, when compared to last, seem a surprising wisdom. Is that half a century from the pen of our dear Fredo never ceased to be free and to ever more shameless. Maybe some regret. Not me!

Of course, always more debriding the San Antoniade moved away from the thriller. Dard at first clung to pin us intrigues with peas, simmered house, with all the ingredients of the genre, the mystery do you want-in-here. It was the most serious crime novel, Peter Cheyney trend, with just that little grain of fantasy, this second degree, this saucy language that made the difference. And then, little by little, a book after another imagination took over from the thriller. Needless to say, the presence of the hénaurme Béru there was not for nothing! Ah, if not 'Fredo was a stroke of genius inventing San Antonio, the police prank, he had a second, certainly, sticking him as an alcoholic ... forgiveness as acolyte! ... The priceless Inspector Alexander Benedict Bérurier, aka Mister Mahousse, alias Swelling, alias His roundness, Gargantua's Wharf Goldsmiths, cuckold husband but filled Berthe Whale, swordsman unparalleled, unrivaled bâfreur, and avid calendos of beaujolpif, Pétomane unrepentant and epicurean cop to talk picturesque oh ... Oh, dear ... Beru No one, no doubt, will have much abused imperfect subjunctive cézigue that ... but he mishandles so of absurdity and candor be forgiven his worst blunders in the field! ...

In the novels that make up this volume, drift is already fully consumed. The almost-serious thriller origins gave way to delirium truculo report. The detective story, here, although this is no longer an excuse. We are in extravagance, clowning, juggling lexical, syntactic tightrope walking. Dard fun above all, offers digressions about everything, forks without stopping, vermotise, argotise, néologise, overthrew all sacred values ​​and devoted of Literature, of good taste, elegance, mocks each , for others, for himself, the reader moves from one scene to gaudriolesque a tirade about the futility of existence and casually, the way, the Company commented that surrounds and morals of his contemporaries. It is true that it is the hybrid polar, San-A ... of polar overflowing and subverts the usual structures of its kind ... a bit like a swollen river overflows its banks ... We are at lightyears well policed ​​intrigues in English ... moods hardboiled the US ... It is foutraque, joyful, iconoclastic, excessive, boulevardier, libidinous ... but on closer look, however, a coherence underlies this work because the content and form -the excess characters and that of the Write-marry them in a perfect symbiosis ...

For me, anyway, the Mass is said and well said: poultock my favorite is the guy San Antonio!