More than a whodunit (the frame is quite thin and this rather common revenge plot) this good book
is actually a portrait of a city and an era, the 50s obscured by years of war and
the "30 glorious years" whose promises are still off.
It is perhaps no coincidence that this novel is almost unanimous criticism in the murky years
we are experiencing.
Hervé Le Corre writes well, and this book is much more successful than his: The man with sapphire lips