The Icelandic boar under the Terror

On the cover of glacial Time, looms in the distance the silhouette of a boar or rather of a wild boar. The above first name is Marc and friendly snout. The character is secondary in the latest novel by Fred Vargas but he has nevertheless its importance and it was not until the very last page of the book to learn his fate. Technically Fred Vagas writing thrillers; objectively, stories belong to literature with a capital L. Ice Age begins with suspected suicides in Paris, the investigation swerved to Iceland before dwelling among members of a funny who "entertains" community role playing around during Robespierre's speeches Terror. What losing its sow boar for a normally constituted in this "big ball of tangled seaweed." But the lunar Commissioner Adamsberg and his squad of policemen strange ensure grain. Resolution (French) there will be after many convolutions, poetic glimpses, fantastic and humorous bonus. The journey is geographical and historical, and even gourmet (ah, the doormat apples!). Each book in Vargas is separate. It renews, exploring new regions. But his world, that balance between reverie, realism and absurd, remains familiar. A mark (Mark?) Factory that makes more than just authored rompols. It's a balancing act, a ambianceuse outstanding, a novelist who delights the French language and guillotine preconceptions linear plot. As they say in language boar magician?