Showing posts with label noir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label noir. Show all posts

Monday, 20 July 2026

"C'est la vie" by Pascal Garnier


A prize-winning author gets into trouble in this unconventional novella which mixes detective noir with Kafka. The plot, at times farcically surreal, upends the conventions of the crime novel. Moments of metafiction bleed into the narrative. But this principal delight lies in the acerbic asides on modern life mixed with some stratlingly original descriptions. Read the selected quotes!

Selected quotes:
  • Time had acted on him like a steamroller, he was all long and flat.” (Prologue: Damien)
  • It's not easy to escape the shipwreck of the forties, swimming in a dead sea as thick as pea soup, with that island on the horizon that shrinks as you approach it.” (Prologue: Helene)
  • You can make a fire with any kind of wood” (III)
  • We looked out at the night with its mysteries, all the childhood fears hidden in the forest, our eyes reflecting the white headlights of the oncoming cars and the red lights of those we overtook, as we disappeared into an uncertain future.” (III)
  • I don't like cars. They smell, they kill and they make people crazy.” (III)
  • The good old days ... generally, are not as good as all that.” (III)
  • The fauna of a service station is similar to that found in the bottom of a ditch: albino shrimps who emerge from the ladies’ loos accompanied by the sound of flushing toilets, molluscs decked out in leather or quilted nylon, holding their helmets, amongst the shelves groaning with silly animal soft toys, dried out slices of cake, and compilation cassettes.” (IV)
  • You've no idea what it's like to be a loser; you've never lost anything because you've never had anything to lose.” (V)
  • Music that sounded like bed springs creaking under the bouncing of overexcited children.” (V)
  • All they had was their bodies; the rest was just a badly packed bag of half-baked ideas that would never come to fruition.” (V)
  • Nothing had changed since the dawn of time. Since the Lascaux caves. As soon as night falls we still gather together around any vague light, drowning our sorrows in primitive music and intoxicating substances.” (VI)
  • The road seemed to be paved in shining liquorice, splashed with the lights of the city; we were wading through pools of stars.” (VII)
  • The gun hung between her knock-knees like useless genitals.” (IX)
  • Never venture behind the scenes. The green rooms of performers are crammed with terrifying disappointments.” (XIII)
Synopsis: spoiler alert

In the Prologue, subtitled 'The Way Things Were', we are introduced to the protagonist-narrator, alcoholic, penniless Jean-Francois Columbier and his spoiled son, Damien and ex-wife Helene. In the main section, entitled 'To Me!', he has become famous and wealthy. He reads a paperback thriller, some lines of which will predict the subsequent adventure. In an attempt to escape the pressures of this, he goes on a journey with his son, now a cocaine addict who is having an affair with Helene, ending up in a house party. He then has to escape from this with Agathe who steals his wallet, leaving him destitute in the middle of a town he does not know. Calling a thalidomide victim lawyer who earlier gave him a card, he seeks refuge, dancing with the lawyer's mother, but the 'lawyer' turns out to be a con artist who, in league with Agathe, claims Columbier raped her and demands 100,000 francs. A scuffle ends up with Columbier shooting the lawyer dead and then fleeing the house. He collapses. Coming round in a hospital, he takes refuge in pretending to be a mute. After a farcical suicide attempt, Agathe reappears, returning the wallet, and telling him the police are treating the murder as a killing by the mother who subsequently shot herself.

July 2026; 115 pages
First published in French by Zulma in 2001
My English translation by Jane Aitken was issued in paperback by Gallic Books in 2019

More French books reviewed in this blog may be found here

This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God




Monday, 15 July 2019

"The Mongolian Conspiracy" by Rafael Bernal


Mexican noir from the 1960s. Filiberto Garcia, a hitman working for the Mexico City police, is tasked to work with an FBI agent and a Soviet agent to untangle a plot to kill the visiting US President. As the body count mounts, Garcia becomes puzzled by inconsistencies. At the same time he begins to develop a relationship with Marta. But is she a plant?

This is Raymond Chandler transplanted south of the border and set during the height of the cold war.

One of the intriguing aspects of this novel's style is the way that the narration changes. It is always narrated from the point of view of Garcia but sometimes we are in his head as he thinks (whe he refers to himself as I or me) and sometimes we are outside him watching him act (in which case he refers to himself in the third person as Garcia). This can change between paragraphs and lends a disorienting quality to the text. I am not sure if it is meant to suggest a dissociative personality. Garcia is a killer. But he is a killer who is kept awake at night by the memories of the people he has killed.

There are a great many quotes about death in the text:
  • You've got to respect the dead. I make them dead and that's why I respect them.” (C 2)
  • The widow of that dead guy ... she stuck with me for a long time. The dead guy, too. Some dead people become very sticky, like syrup.” (C 2)
  • We are death’s doormen,but we always remain outside.” (C 4)
  • Killing someone is sending them off to be by themselves, to be alone.” (C 6)
Other great quotes include:
Nobody can live off memories, only people who haven't done anything.” (C 2)
This gringo’s got the muscles of a boxer and the face of a sonofabitch. Not a bad combination in a man who knows his trade, and it looks like this one does.” (C 3)
That business of smiling all the time, it must be the latest fad.” (C 3)
A do-it-yourself widow or you lent a hand?” (C 3)
Under her robe, there was only Annabella, lots of Annabella.” (C 3)
And she all people should have died in bed because when she was alive, that's what she used most.” (C 4)
When he entered the apartment, the dawn was spreading gray shadows everywhere, like large stains of mildew in an abandoned house.” (C 5)
If he doesn't like how I’m making my bricks, why doesn't he get in there and mix the clay?” (C 5)
Don't look at the price tag; if you like it, just buy it, don't look at the price. That's what we all do in life. We don't see what things cost.” (C 5)
Shops were opening, the trash of the night was being taken away.” (C 5)
Luciano Manrique’s exemplary life is an open book to me ... a somewhat pornographic book, like those novels they write these days, the ones they say are new art and very highbrow.” (C 5)
There’s one thing you learn from military men: being right isn’t worth shit, what matters is having buddies.” (C 5)

He also quotes a lovely little poem:
If as a kid I went to school
And was a soldier when I grew,
If as a husband she gave me horns
And then I died as was my due,
What do I owe the sun
For having warmed my bones?” (C 4)

A classic example of the genre. July 2019; 213 pages

Also set in Mexico:

My wonderful wife bought me a subscription to Books and Beer; each month I receive a crime book and some cans of beer. The other titles I have received so far are:
  • Most Wanted by Robert Craik: a fast-paced thriller set in California
  • The Devil's Dice by Roz Watkins: a whodunnit set in the English Peak District
  • Only Killers and Thieves by Paul Howarth: a stunning tale of crime and revenge, of temptation and sin, of evil and redemption set in 1880s Queensland and as gritty as only the Australian Outback can get.
  • Snap by Belinda Bauer: a brilliant story about a young lad who, having become a burglar in order to survive, discovers his mother's killer.
  • Resurrection Bay by Emma Viskic: a murder mystery set in Australia in which the PI is deaf
  • The Closer I get by Paul Burston


This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

Sunday, 9 July 2017

"Death on a Longship" by Marsali Taylor


Chronologically the first Cassandra Lynch murder mystery. The first one I read was the third in the series: "A Handful of Ash" which is brilliant. I have now also read another stunner: the second in the series: The Trowie Mound Murders

Cass arrives back in Shetland as skipper of a replica long boat being used to make a film about Vikings; the star is doubled in the action scenes by her own twin sister who is having an affair with Cassie's dad who wants to cover Shetland with wind turbines. When Cass discovers a body on board her ship whodunnit? Was it someone from the film, or someone wanting to sabotage the film, or a wind farm protester, of Cassie's dad? And why had Cassie's handsome Norwegian shipmate deserted his watch on the night of the murder?

And will Cass, haunted by the death of a boyfriend, ever get a man?

My only problem with this book is that I read it out of order. When you have a series with long-running characters it is difficult to maintain a full list of suspects: those that appear in later books are more or less ruled out as the killer in an earlier book.

The wonderful thing about Marsali Taylor's work isn't the lyrical descriptions of Shetland scenery or the cleverly constructed plot but the reality of the characters. Cass is a character to whom we can all relate: coping with unparently parents, haunted by the past, half envying the settled life of her married friends but lured by the freedom of the sea, attracted to others but unwilling to commit. The only character I hated was Kenneth, the teacher (I used to be a teacher), about whom nothing good can be said: even he must have had a redeeming feature!

Some fantastic moments of misdirection too. I loved the Anders/ Michael relationship.

I have to source book 2.

Some great lines

  • "His nose was slightly skafe, as if he had fallen out of too many trees in his youth." (p 7) Who needs to have a translation? I just wondered if it was related to 'skew-whiff'.
  • "It wasn't a propitious week, with the silver disk of the moon draining away." (p 10)
  • "His sour mouth stretched into what, for him, could pass as a smile." (p 70)
  • "Her gaze drifted over my shoulder again, then sharpened to flint." (p 70)
  • "He had that annoying teacher's habit of repeating everything." (p 74)
  • "I heard their penguin cackle echo round the room." (p 100)
  • "I'd been too busy looking at rigging to distinguish ropes." (p 125)
  • "If you left him alone to work at his own pace, you could bet your last mooring rope on his answer." (p 127)
  • "That is like saying you do not need to listen to music. You will not die without it, but you may want to listen. Life is much more full with it." (p 136)
  • "He had the makings of a very good sailor if he managed to stay undrowned." (p 177)
An excellent book.

The brilliant books in this series, in order, include:


This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

Friday, 7 July 2017

"The Yellow Dog" by Georges Simenon


Needless to say, a Maigret novel, atmospherically set in a French coastal town. The town is dominated by a quadrumvirate who meet in the local cafe every night and from time to time enjoy the services of the waitress: the Mayor, the Doctor (who doesn't practice), the ex-Journalist and the Wine Dealer. The last is mysteriously shot in the stomach and there is a yellow dog skulking around at the time. Is it the vagrant with the larger feet who is to blame?

I think the appeal of Simenon is that he can use a few sentences to swiftly create a mood or a character:
  • "Here and there a scrap of paper scuttles along the ground."
  • "Maigret seemed to have the awkward manner of a petit bourgeois visiting an aristocratic house."
It is sparse and underwritten but that is how it achieves its bleak mood.

A nice bit of noir. July 2017; 134 pages

Other books by French authors which have been reviewed in this blog can be found here.

This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God