Politics (French) is a backwater where all kinds of swimming creatures whose supreme objective seems to be to assume the greatest possible power. The grip with Marc Dugain excels in a brilliant description and a scathing irony of this cynical and sickening swamp which combines candidates in the presidential election, bosses of major industrial groups, moguls of Internal Intelligence and some other animals more or less influential. The author constructs a fresco of a beautiful complexity that never loses its reader in the same spirit that a Balzac or Zola in his Human Comedy. Everything is wrong (though) but everything rings true in this magnetic thriller that delves into the bowels of a sick French society of corruption and dangerous liaisons. Dugain addresses a variety of topics (including globalization and the weight of finance) without losing sight of what is the essence of a good novel: the precise characterization of his characters. The influence of those are devilishly humans in their weaknesses, their fears, their cowardice, their hopes and compromises. Lively and incisive, the novel blends with great public image and private life talent and exacerbated a living picture of a small elite doped the intoxication of power that goes straight into the wall at an amazing speed. Is it necessary to point out that the book is exciting and breathless from beginning to end?
