Published in 2012, "Death in Brittany," by Jean-Luc Bannalec (which is the pen name of German author Jörg Bong), is the first book in a murder mystery series set in beautiful Brittany, France: the largest peninsula of France, which is also France's northwestern-most region, a hilly landmass featuring a lot of rugged coastline and picturesque views of the Atlantic Ocean.
If you've read "All the Light We Cannot See," you might remember that the walled city of Saint-Malo is featured prominently in that novel (and in its television adaptation, released in 2023). Saint-Malo is one of the many places in Brittany that is extremely popular with tourists.
I've never visited Brittany, but I would guess that the man who recommended this book to me -- an older gentleman in his late sixties -- probably has. He told me he's planning to ride a BMW motorcycle through France this summer (in 2024), as part of a tour group.
Anyway, back to the book.
I assumed that reading the novel would evoke a sense of awe for the setting. But no. I'd recommend people simply watch YouTube videos of travelers touring the area, if anyone wants to armchair-travel this region. "Death in Brittany" has some of the most lackluster setting description I've ever read in a book. The fantastically dull 2021 mystery, "The Last Thing He Told Me," featured more setting description than "Death in Brittany" did.... and that's really saying something.
As to the characters, the protagonist is the classic archetype of murder-mysteries: the gruff, emotionally unavailable hard-boiled detective that this genre thrives on. White, male, able-bodied, neurotypical. You know the drill.
This one's name is Commissaire Georges Dupin. He's crotchety and prone to whingeing, but he's also 'brilliant,' apparently, and always gets his man. Or woman, I should say. One of the mainstays of murder-mysteries is that the great 'plot twist' is usually the Big Reveal at the end that a WOMAN is the heinous killer: SURPRISE! Standard villain monologues, in which the dastardly female 'reveals all' to the stoic detective most often ensue.
For readers who love to see Evil Women being stopped by the Lone White Man of Justice, and then listen to these women spilling their guts about 'why they did it' for no other reason than 'the plot said so,' this book will definitely satisfy.
I honestly struggle to see any appeal in reading this book. Sure, it's a trope-fest, but it's the most lackluster sort of trope delivery I've ever seen.
First, the action scenes are always skipped over, and summarized dully as backstory, despite the fact that there are only one or two places in the entire text in which there was any direct action.
Second, the vast majority of the book is devoted to Dupin whingeing about how hungry and/or thirsty and/or tired he is. This is such a turn-off for me. If you enjoy protagonists who are constantly irritated by life in general, and never take care of themselves, choices which only exacerbate their incessant complaining, this book will be a huge hit.
Third, the dialogue was also unpleasant. This novel read like a shoddy 1950s stage play, most of the time, and also like aliens from a distant galaxy were inhabiting the characters. People in the 2000s do not talk this way. Not in France or anywhere else.
Fourth, I didn't even get some pleasant travelogue material out of this book. Dupin's 'asshole energy' toward everything, including the setting, did not endear me to Brittany. Dupin complained about the weather, the swarms of tourists, the 'inauthentic' restaurants that catered to tourists.... I got the impression that the author owns a second home in Brittany, and wrote this book just to make the whole area seem so unappealing to travelers that they stayed away, so the author would have an easier time finding parking around local attractions.
The best character in this book was Dupin's second in command, a totally great guy named Le Ber. I really wish Le Ber had been the main character. But then the book would read more like a James Bond thriller, and completely lack the crusty hard-boiled detective stuff that lights up the mystery genre.
Madame Cassel felt way too perfect to be real. I could say the same of Le Ber, but his unquestioned devotion to Dupin didn't rub me the wrong way, since they were on the police force together, and Le Ber was always getting paid for his work, whereas Madame Cassel was an unpaid 'helper' turned unpaid employee of Dupin, and doing it all with a smile and constant graciousness. It left a bad taste in my mouth.
But for readers who love to see pretty white women falling all over themselves to serve the lone white detective who must 'get his man' (or Evil Woman) at any cost, then Madame Cassel will go over well.
All of the characters in this book felt like they'd been ordered up from Central Casting, French noir subsidiary. I felt like I was watching a badly written play being staged, and all of these stock characters still had the script in their hands, their delivery was so stiff and unemotional.
"Death in Brittany" is the most paint-by-numbers murder-mystery I've read in a while. It's the kind of book that is so boring and pointless, you feel your life slipping away into the void as you read it.
I'm definitely not the target audience for this genre.
Negative stars, for me personally. I'd rather sit in silence and watch paint dry. I would feel a lot less existential angst wasting my time in that way.
Three stars because I recognize that this book is a super trope-fest, and that means it has plenty of fans. "Death in Brittany" is the first in a series of mystery novels starring Dupin. But my journey with this whingeing male lead ends here.