used for the first novel, of alternating between rugby and police work still holds here. As already noted about Match aller, Capron demonstrates an admirable fluency in street language, rugby terminology, police-speak, and the idiosyncratic speech of the chief investigator, Ferdinand Garamande, which is a strange blend of pedantry and slang. The term feuilleton suggests that readers should be familiar with a cast of characters and will have the pleasure of seeing them respond to new events. But Capron chooses to drill down on the same events in order to present new characters or develop the ones already at hand. The rugby story intensifies as the club replaces virtually all of its players with farm team rookies. This gives the author the opportunity to paint, with considerable sensitivity, a diverse landscape of young athletes. There is, for example, the rabbinical student who must balance his religious practices with the exigencies of athletic performance. Even more carefully rendered is the immigrant whose family has sought asylum from dictatorship and human rights abuse. Linguistically challenged but ample of soul, only his modesty and uprightness are recognized by his teammates. Cameo portraits like these make the reading particularly satisfying. The story of the police investigation also shifts focus without losing sight of the original story line. Mercifully, readers are not presented with a second spate of cadavers, having waded in the first volume through a dozen murder victims dispatched with uncommon sadistic flair. Instead, narrative tension is maintained in thriller mode: readers know the designated victims before they are struck down. Indeed, one of the potential targets is herself aware of her status. To add to the anxiety, the investigators are deprived of this same knowledge, making it difficult for them to track down the perpetrators. The long dry spell in the investigation allows for the development of the main character, Garamande, as an intellectual out of place in a world of forensic technology and SWAT team ambushes. In fact, at times his archaic methods become risible, as when he strikes up Socratic dialogues with his colleagues in an attempt to understand the minds behind the crimes. On the other hand, Garamande also comes to terms with his own ineptness even as he clarifies his personal values, making his character much more dynamic than a stock feuilleton character. If I were to register one complaint about this page-turner, it would have to be about the extravagant finale. For most of its many pages, the Match novels hold to an ironic realism, a style that tacks between that of Frank Deford and Dashiell Hammett, with whole passages of John Irving thrown in. The ending, however, draws out the suspense only to give us the most predictable of endings. To that, Capron adds a dénouement laced with purple prose and in which rugby is the One True Sport, justice is practiced everywhere in the land, and love (tempered by the most dismal human failings) can still conquer. I would like to think the writer is being tongue-incheek , but I will leave that judgment call to other readers. Lawrence University (WI) Eilene Hoft-March CHEVILLARD, ÉRIC. Dino Egger. Paris: Minuit, 2011. ISBN 978-2-7073-2143-5. Pp. 154. 14 a. Most of us would agree that great figures like Plato, Leonardo, Shakespeare, Mozart, Baudelaire, and Freud actually existed, and that their work left material 214 FRENCH REVIEW 86.1 traces in human history and culture. But what if they had not existed? In what ways would the world be different? Might we somehow appreciate those differences , and thereby infer an existence that ought to have been? Such is the question that launches Éric Chevillard’s latest novel. “Dino Egger” is the figure he invokes: he has never lived, yet the world misses him, and certain lacunas in the world’s fabric testify eloquently—and indeed unavoidably—to that fact. Had he existed, his influence would have rivaled that of any great thinker or artist one might care to name; like them, he would have stamped our past, present, and future in indelible manners. In short, he is cruelly lacking. It falls to one “Albert Moindre” to repair that lack, and to...
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