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Two enlaced bodies found at the Moulin Rouge and a dead squatter in a nearby flat, his throat chewed open, the teeth marks human. Seemingly unconnected deaths that reveal a sinister pattern of Monmartre property scams fuelled by crack dealing and prostitution. Inspector Maurice Less is plagued by a lesbian boss who bombards him with her tales of her sexual adventures. Yet they make a good team: each obsessed for different reasons by the crimes at hand. The investigation takes Maurice from murky back-stage dealings at the cabaret to the world of organised crime in Corsica and back. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Maurice's melancholy certainly doesn't help him, and neither does his boss, Aline Lefevre, who seems to delight in tormenting him by constantly keeping him apprised of her sex life. He's also very depressed about being in his 40s with no wife or mistress, an "old goat whose violent stench no longer got the nannies going." He did have a fiancée once, who died in a freak accident when an old water heater malfunctioned and she was asphyxiated; he was in the shower with her at the time and still hasn't gotten over his survival. Then there's his home -- Montmartre, which is slowly but steadily being transformed into what Maurice sees as a shopping mall:
"Nowadays, the Butte Montmartre was being picked over by a load of culture vultures. Indian dance and modern plays sold better than pig's trotters or snouts in vinaigrette," ... Momo wondered how far the transformation of his neighborhood would go. If it got any more "in," it would implode. Everyone round there was now in the media, was an architect or hack, one of those fucking awful trades that feed off looks like others feed off steak and chips. The cheese shops, tripe shops and butchers were all closing down, to be replaced by ranks of rag shops and hair dressers."
As the investigation proceeds, Maurice moves from Montmartre to Corsica and even into the world of his boss's old obsessions. But when all is revealed, this veteran, well-seasoned cop will come to realize that there are some things for which he can never be prepared.
The conclusion of this novel is simply haunting; getting there is sometimes a tough journey as you are constantly faced with the "tragicomedy of existence" that runs throughout the novel. It is not a novel for people whose thing is crime light, nor is it a book for readers who cringe at sex or sexual references. To her credit, Pelletier does not throw in random, meaningless or gratuitous sex -- what there is is totally appropriate in terms of the characters' lives. I'm not so bothered by sex in novels -- what I hate is when it's obviously there to titillate and conceal the lack of an author's narrative skills. That's not the case here. Goat Song is a very good read, a study of not only a city that's moving in a downward spiral but its reflection in the lives of the people who live there and love it. I liked it, but then again, I'm drawn toward edgy, dark and tragic, all of which totally fit as a description of this novel ( )