The idea was excellent: revisiting the life of Léo Malet and adventures of Nestor Burma to tavers personal itinerary in Paris. The problem is that the author has a defect rédibitoire: too less about it. Not only is the style of the master's thesis level but he makes mistakes that would rédibitoires the tray (as confuse free zone and free France!). There 's also no greedy empathy that makes you want to read. Politically correct, he does not hesitate to proceed with the trial of Léo Malet and conclude with an indictment. This would prove in his diary "uninteresting" (sic). Indeed, anarchist left, he would have had the nerve to finish anarchist right, ie away from the single thought. The opposite of the author who take this opportunity to carry out Céline peremptory judgments when it also serves to make praise a Edwy Plenel ;-). Malet, Céline one hand, academic and pompous Plenel Bourdelas and on the other, the choice is quickly made. Reread the first, avoid the latter.