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"When Commissaire Adamsberg, the chief of police in Paris's 7th Arrondissement, is called to the scene of a ghastly and highly unusual murder, he thinks it can't have anything to do with the nine pairs of shoes and severed feet discovered outside of London's Highgate Cemetery just a few days earlier. With the help of the murdered man's gifted physician, Adamsberg delves into the victim's disturbed psyche and unexpectedly finds himself on a path that takes him deep into the haunted past of Eastern Europe, where a centuries-old horror has come to life and is claiming victims far and wide. As Adamsberg circles closer to the truth, it becomes clear that someone on the inside wants to shut down the investigation, no matter the cost"--… (més)
I've always had a soft spot for Commissaire Adamsberg, and for Fred Vargas. Not this time. The book begins in London with a pile of shoes with severed feet inside, returns to France and a singularly gruesome murder, and ends up in Serbia with a clutch of vampires. Everything turns out to be connected, of course. It's all very clever and well thought-out, but as coincidence piled on coincidence, as ever more improbable people in the dramatis personae proved to be linked, I lost patience. I read to the end, but with diminishing enthusiasm. It was obvious that all the horror would unpick, that the right people would get their just deserts, and that the other right people would live happily ever after. And so it turned out. ( )
I enjoy the mixture of folklore,horror and mystery that Vargas creates. Best Togo into it not knowing where it is leading, though, it's more fun that way ( )
This is number 6 in the Parisian Commissaire/Chief Inspector Jean-Baptiste Adamsberg police procedural mysteries, but it's actually the first I've read.
While the Commissaire is attending a meeting in London, he and an English policeman discover eight and a half pairs of shoes with severed feet in them. Bizarrely, they are lined up as if wanting to enter the ancient and eerie, much-storied Highgate Cemetery.
After returning to Paris, the Commissaire is called to the site of an incredibly violent murder. The victim was not only dismembered but entirely severed into very small pieces.
The two macabre events converge and part of the answer seems to lie in Serbia at the grave of a ‘centuries old horror’ (quote from back cover) of a still feared vampire.
Lots of nicely written twists and turns kept me guessing; the bit of supernatural horror was just enough to make it interesting, but not necessarily push it into another genre of mystery. It’s a series that I will continue. ( )
A nice Gallic counterpart to Christopher Fowler's very English "Peculiar Crimes Unit" series, which also hints at the supernatural and stars eccentric sleuths. Readers should suspend their disbelief at Vargas's dizzying array of plot twists and coincidences and just enjoy the roller-coaster ride. Great fun!
afegit per Christa_Josh | editaLibrary Journal, Wilda Williams(Oct 15, 2011)
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Le commissaire Adamsberg savait repasser les chemises, sa mère lui avait appris à aplatir l'empiècement d'épaule et à lisser le tissu autour des boutons.
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Gli agenti alzarono la testa tutti insieme per annusare. Strano, pensò Adamsberg, che l'essere umano sollevi istintivamernte il naso di dieci centimetri quando si tratta di percepire un odore. Come se dieci centimetri cambiassero qualcosa. Spinti da quel riflesso automatico conservato dalla notte dei tempi, gli agenti sembravano proprio un branco di gerbilli che cercano di captare nel vento l'odore del nemico.
«Ascolta, piccolo, è l'ora del cambio. Ascolta il rumore degli animali che si addormentano e di quelli che si svegliano. Senti il fruscio delle corolle che si chiudono».
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"When Commissaire Adamsberg, the chief of police in Paris's 7th Arrondissement, is called to the scene of a ghastly and highly unusual murder, he thinks it can't have anything to do with the nine pairs of shoes and severed feet discovered outside of London's Highgate Cemetery just a few days earlier. With the help of the murdered man's gifted physician, Adamsberg delves into the victim's disturbed psyche and unexpectedly finds himself on a path that takes him deep into the haunted past of Eastern Europe, where a centuries-old horror has come to life and is claiming victims far and wide. As Adamsberg circles closer to the truth, it becomes clear that someone on the inside wants to shut down the investigation, no matter the cost"--
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