The tone of the work is both very sad and marked with a certain freshness. This is a success that we really emphasize both these feelings are often far apart. I must say that in this novel, the subtle balance is guaranteed. One feels through these pages the very strong sense of filial love that transpires, the connection between the remaining members of the family and the cathartic side of the giant. Let's say that if such a trial, we would all like to sing "Giant Jack is on my back", rather than swallow "assomnifères". In the language of Malzieu, there is a Boris Vian side that I love.
To read the episode of the passage beyond the grave or off-shade, in which the author passes to the other side to try to find his mother, who up there, concocts cloud pastry and accommodates the mist like no, we would want to be surprised that Malzieu has called his Dionysus group. There is indeed a side Orpheus more developed in the author than is the Dionysus side, at least to read his books. Both the music and the addition shade trips are for him daily, both the alcoholic beverages, unless his inspiration are less present. Unless Dionysus has been adopted to recall the next stage of its existence ...