I read this book in part to practice and improve my French, and in part out of an ongoing interest I have in Quebecois literature, both French and English. In terms of stretching my vocabulary and deepening my appreciation of the flexibility of French grammar, this book was a winner, a real challenge. I found the narrative however to be long on promise and short on delivery. I was reminded a bit of Dostoyevsky's The Idiot, whose chief protagonist is an epileptic for whom the aura of a seizure is like a portal unto the divine. In this novel, the relationship between sickness and inspiration is also traced, but across history and warfare instead of across a single life, though those lines do intersect in the person of the eponymous hero (anti-hero?) of the title. The Phoenix of this novel is an artistic savant, and what rises from his literal ashes is inspiration for future creators of artistic expression, but what is destroyed is another vision of technological mastery that at least one of the two chief female protagonists in the novel sees as worthy of reverence, its ultimate loss as a catastrophe par excellence. Along the way the story takes us back in time and into history, to both world wars, the Vietnam War, the Babylonian Empire, to Namibia, to Armenia, Istanbul, Geneva, and of course and most often, to Montreal.