Difficult to original in the "thriller" historic. Gerard de Nerval and Count Potoki have succeeded there a long time. More recently we think of Umberto Eco and its superb "Name of the Rose" and also Metin Arditti and his "Turquetto". Unfortunately, in this work of Raphael Jérusalmy, there is neither the erudition of Umberto Ecco or colors and Rabelaisian earthiness Metin Arditti. It is friendly, free but not too many clichés and finally nearest beach novel a fascinating reading.
