Thus, after the great and very funny "Under the winds of Neptune", "In the eternal Bois" bothers me.
Of course, we are on familiar ground with this round of characters: Adamsberg, the iconoclastic investigator and emblematic novels of Vargas, his team of Danglard Retancourt, Estalere and a newcomer: Veyrenc, a "country" s 'Adamsberg, from a village of Béarn.
We even re-crosses one of the "evangelists" of "standing dead" and, obviously, Camille.
Familiar characters, so. This is partly what stuck.
Because at Vargas, the characters can not be ordinary and this forced originality turns a little to the process. Sometimes it happens, then I got a little forced.
The plot in turn suffers a bit from the same defects, in my eyes.
It is complex, voluntarily populated false leads ... But then again, too much is too much: ghost, corpses, slaughtered deer, visit the mysterious Normandy, faces and stories of the past ressurgis, Retancourt on-woman, half cat -marathonien ...
It may seem odd to blame a writer, originality, "little music"; but sometimes a little unexpected notes is welcome.
There, I found that his concerto for wood, shortness of breath.
