Between 1943 and 2003 nine people have been stabbed to death with a most unusual weapon: a trident. In each case, arrests were made, suspects confessed their crimes and were sentenced to life in prison. One slightly worrying detail: each presumed murderer lost consciousness during the night of th...
In haste . . .A few years ago I read (in translation) the first of Vargas's Commissaire Adamsberg novels, The Chalk Circle Man, and really did not get on with it: it had a mixture of whimsy, police procedural and woo that was more or less tailor-made to get my back up. The whimsy and the police-p...
{ NB: Se vuoi leggere l'articolo completo su Jean-Baptiste Adamsberg clicca qui: L'Indagatore del Mondo che Fluttua. Grazie :) }----«1996. Francia, Parigi: la culla dei sognatori senza speranza. Parigi, la città di pietra, in grado di restituire il mondo minerale a chi ha trascorso la sua vita...
Seeking Whom He May Devour is book number two in Fred Vargas' series featuring Commissaire Adamsberg of the French police nationale, following The Chalk-Circle Man. In 2005, it was nominated for the CWA Gold Dagger Award. This novel is another one which I'd label as "crime light," and actually ...
He flopped down heavily into an armchair and took a few deep breaths.‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘I’ve been running. I took the first train back from Marcilly this morning. Couldn’t reach you by phone, you weren’t home.’Adamsberg spread his hands in a gesture signifying: ‘Can’t be helped, you don’t always ...
‘In real life she’s very tall. Much taller than me, at least if she wasn’t stooped.’He sat on the edge of the bed and patted her cheeks with his hands.‘Léo, I’ve come back. I’m the policeman from Paris. We had supper together. We had soup and veal, and we had a little Calva in front of the fire, ...
His knee hurt. Seeing a milestone, he sat down on it with Bufo for a few moments. For once, he was trying not to think. He wiped the moisture off his forehead with his hand, and then looked up to see Pauline standing in front of him. Her expression did not look conciliatory. He struggled to get t...
‘Shit! The bottle!’ shouted the young man. Adamsberg picked it up automatically. He was looking for a word that meant ‘someone who makes up a story and then believes it’, but he couldn’t think of it. Fatherless kids who go round saying they’re the son of royalty, or the son of Elvis, or a descend...
She could hear Veyrenc’s voice quite well, although it was overlaid by the voices around and by sounds of chairs scraping, footsteps and papers rustling. The microphone was too powerful, the bug on the mobile only needed to pick up sound from a radius of five metres. That would be enough to cover...