Querelle of Roberval

by Kev Lambert, Donald Winkler (Translator)

Homage to Jean Genet's antihero and a brilliant reimagining of the ancient form of tragedy, Querelle of Roberval, winner of the Marquis de Sade Prize, is a wildly imaginative story of justice, passion, and murderous revenge.

When millworkers in Roberval, a northern Quebec logging town, go on strike, the conflict rips the close-knit community apart, and despite the workers' solidarity, their individual struggles and demands further escalate tensions within the group. They remain united by the desire to escape poverty and exact revenge on their boss, but when Brian Ferland decrees a lockout and awakens in them a buried rage, they rally around the mysterious and magnetic influence of Querelle, a dashingly cosmopolitan newcomer from Montreal. By day, Querelle walks the picket lines with his cohort, but at night he breaks bottles on the beach and settles scores with baseball bats and the town's privileged young men flock to his apartment for sex. As positions harden and both sides refuse to yield, sand stalls the gears of the economic machine and the tinderbox of class struggle and entitlement ignites in a firestorm of passions carnal and violent.

Genres: Queer, Fiction, LGBT, Canada, Gay, Contemporary, France

218 pages, ebook

First published September 24, 2018

About the author

Kev Lambert, auparavant connu sous le nom de Kevin Lambert, né le 17 octobre 1992 à Montréal, est un écrivain québécois.

En 2017, il publie son premier roman, intitulé Tu aimeras ce que tu as tué, et en 2018, Querelle de Roberval, tous deux aux éditions Héliotrope. Son troisième roman, Que notre joie demeure, publié chez Héliotrope en 2022 au Québec et au Nouvel Attila en 2023 en France, est lauréat du prix Médicis 2023.

Reviews

[David · Rating 4 out of 5]

This is Donald Winkler's translation of Kevin Lambert's Querelle de Roberval, a heady mix of theory and sex. Lambert transports Genet's Querelle figure from Brest to Roberval, a Québécois lumber town in the throws of a labor dispute. The book is an exercise in Marxist literary praxis, a dialectical work that dramatizes the emerging class consciousness of Querelle and other characters while, simultaneously, leading the reader on a similar journey. If at times this feels like an odd jumble of drug-fueled sex scenes and tedious union meetings, the mixture is by design. Querelle is a book of ideas where the narrative follows the theory rather than the other way around. In terms of situating the theoretical framework, this has a classical feel - a marriage of Marxism and queer theory with other intersectionalities (say, race) playing a less important role. Given the state of queer fiction today, it's exciting to see such an ideas-forward piece in a space often dominated by less ambitious narrative approaches. The fact that such works are likely to sit along side this at the bookstore is an intriguing prospect, drawing in the curious reader ripe for an awakening of class consciousness. Come for the orgy; stay for the revolution.

[Meike · Rating 4 out of 5]

Winner of the Prix Sade, the Prix Ringuet and the Prix Œuvre de la relève à Montréal 2019
Loosely based on Genet's Querelle of Brest, Kev Lambert's international break out novel shows a young gay worker in a sawmill who joins a strike, starts a sexual revolution in a small town in Québec - and becomes a martyr for it. So much like Genet, whose works mythologize outlaws and merge sex, violence, and crime, Lambert ponders the revolutionary potential of the deviant, and with a twist: Sure, the woodworkers fight a capitalist system in which their bodies are glorified means of production, but they also partake in the exploitation of nature by disintegrating trees and, ultimately, each other. Querelle, meanwhile, is openly showcasing his exploits among the young men in town, for whom he proves just as magnetic and sexually powerful as Genet's sailor, Querelle de Brest - the bigoted fathers are of course jealous and outraged.

What renders Lambert's text intriguing is how he amalgamates the depiction of injustice, union meetings and social dynamics between the strikers, so contents a classic French social realist novelist would focus on (hello, Germinal), and puts them firmly in the now, but then adds the angle that the workers partake in the human destruction of natural resources, a very late 20th century/21 century sentiment, and elevates it into the mythological and surreal by borrowing from the French transgressive movement that shows the human body as a capitalist and sexual battleground. Querelle indulges himself and his partners in non-productive, non-conforming pleasures, sex and beauty make him powerful. He is Apollon, existing in the realm of art, beyond the reach of what realism could depict, and what the realist characters can destroy.

Just looking at the shock value (it won Lambert the Prix Sade, soooo...), "Querelle de Roberval" is not all that extreme; rather, it's the sense of disorientation caused by the juxtaposition and then merging of social realist and transgressive traditions that render the novel intriguing, but also challenging. High literature and perversion - what will Lambert come up with next?

[Kim Raymond · Rating 2 out of 5]

J'ai refermé le livre hier soir en étant plus troublée qu'enchantée. Sérieusement, I get it. J'ai des lettres moi aussi. J'ai compris. La structure calquée sur la tragédie grecque, l'interdialogisme avec Genêt, les inspirations furtivement puisées chez Bataille, chez Guibert, de l'abjection à la banalité du mal selon Kristeva, la haine de soi qu'on extériorise en les projetant sur les autres... I get everything. Mais ça ne m'intéresse pas de lire toute cette violence, surtout quand elle surgit de velléités d'expérimentations littéraires soigneusement pensées pour épater les bourgeois.

Il ne fait nul doute que Kevin Lambert écrit bien. Il a une plume maîtrisée, il sait faire naître des personnages plus grands que nature et il sait mettre en scène la révolte. C'est très bien. Mais en tant que lectrice, j'ai le droit de ne pas adhérer à cette idée qu'une surenchère d'obscénités peut remplacer une prise de position intellectuelle ou politique, pour peu qu'elle soit enrobée de suffisamment d'ironie. Je n'adhère pas.

[jay · Rating 2 out of 5]

sometimes an audiobook is just noise to tune out your own thoughts and that's okay


read as part of 202-Queer 🌈✨

[Darryl Suite · Rating 4 out of 5]

Okay, I’ve been reading this for months. A couple of days ago, I decided to restart and gobble it up in chunks. This novel is fkn insane (I mean that). IT IS BONKERS. The tone changes every chapter: realist to surrealist to maximalist…to yeah. My head kept spinning around and around. Heavily sexually explicit, violent, unhinged, surreal, absurd, poetic, very queer, very Québécois, it’s all the things. I never knew what to expect. And I need time to process, oh so much time. OMG WHAAAT??!!

[MAPS - Booktube · Rating 2 out of 5]

Pardon 😅

Ohlala mais qu’est-ce que je viens de lire?

Premièrement je n’ai pas connectée avec l’écriture. J’avais constamment l’impression d’être déconnectée et je n’arrivais pas à me sentir impliquée. La narration suivant plusieurs personnages et je n’arrivais pas à les distinguer ni à les apprécier. Celui pour lequel j’avais le plus d’intérêt était Querelle.

Je tournais les pages dans un grand désintérêt. 😬

Puis vint un moment où l’auteur brise le 4e mur et s’adresse à nous. J’ai tout de suite ressenti une différence dans mon implication. Cependant ça redevient comme c’était avant mais mille fois plus violent.

La fin…tabouere. C’est abondamment rough, violent et troublant.

[Cindy Landes · Rating 2 out of 5]

J’ai adoré la prise de position claire et sans équivoque que prend l’auteur en page 179. Maudit que j’aime ça des gens qui osent prendre parole sur des sujets parfois litigieux, surtout quand ils ont des arguments intelligents.
J’aimais d’ailleurs les diverses critiques sociales que fait l’auteur à travers son histoire. Son ton est cru, cinglant, cynique et parfois humoristique.
L’auteur ose énormément avec ce livre et à plusieurs niveaux, et c’est complètement assumé. Je l’admire pour ça.

Mais j’ai détesté ma lecture. Pour moi, c’était: trop, c’est trop. Trop de violence, trop de sexe, trop de personnages hideux. J’étouffais. Et que dire de cette fin traumatisante. J’ai préféré en rire plutôt que de rester avec ces images atroces en tête 😨

[Bill Hsu · Rating 3 out of 5]

The sections focusing on Querelle's exploits are my favorite; Lambert evokes Genet, and his prose is a pleasure. The mechanics of the strike are also interesting. But there are many pages recounting quotidian details in the strikers' lives, which I came close to skipping. I also tend to be bored by blow-by-blow accounts of violence, so the rumble with baseball bats did nothing for me. 2.5 stars, rounded up very generously for some gorgeous prose.

[Gabrielle · Rating 3 out of 5]

Honnêtement je n’ai jamais rien lu de tel. On pense savoir dans quoi on s’embarque mais on finit traumatisé.

C’est un livre enlevant et unique je l’ai lu en une seule journée.
C’est aussi le livre le plus trash que j’ai lu. C’est littéralement dégueulasse. Je pensais que les particules élémentaires étaient le comble du trigger warning, mais querelle de roberval est clairement plus violent et gory.

Je pense que tu devrais être capable d’écrire sur tout, mais ça ne veut pas dire que je veux lire sur tout. Pour moi de la pédophilie et des infanticides, ça ne passe pas à l’histoire et ça ne me donne pas envie de recommender ce livre. C’est dommage, parce que lambert a clairement du talent.

Ma suggestion pour une exploration des délires de la sexualité et de la violence dans un territoire éloigné est Le Corps des Bêtes d’Audrey Wilhelmy. La réflexion et l’écriture y semble beaucoup plus abouties que dans Querelle.

[Marie Bourassa · Rating 5 out of 5]

Update une fois terminé:
Toute personne vivant au Qc en 2018 et qui aime lire et est capable d'en prendre question trash... Devrait lire ceci.
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Oui. Déjà après une 50aine de pages. Je sais qu'il fera partie de mes livres préférés lus sortis en 2018.

Le jour où Kev Lambert écriras un mauvais livre... J'espère que je serai morte! Haha! Sans blague, un des auteurs les plus prometteurs/à lire de sa génération. (De la mienne de surcroît).

[Pierre-Alexandre Buisson · Rating 5 out of 5]

Même les lecteurs les plus impassibles seront admiratifs de l'audace et de la candeur dont débordent ce deuxième roman. La lutte syndicale à échelle humaine, un personnage plus grand que nature dont la force tranquille inspire, une intrigue qui va toujours plus loin dans l'inventivité, et un roman qui rappelle par moment la lucidité amusée et l'esprit joyeusement tordu de Pasolini.

[Reid · Rating 5 out of 5]

thinking of every customer I suggested this to while only half knowing what it was about and wondering if they are ok

[Liam Ostermann · Rating 5 out of 5]

[When I first posted my review I concluded it with a query about 'Keevin' Lambert now being lisyed as 'Kev' Lambert on GR. I was sarcastic about the name change which I regret because I have since learnt that it is part of his/her transitioning. My original complaint about inconsistencies in the way GR librarians handle variations in names and duplications arising from it still stands.]

"They had found their own way of being. No one wanted them, no business, no bank, no creditor, no insurance company, and suddenly in the midst of their pain and suffering they discovered a gentle welcoming face, a new start and a destiny. They were not just debris adrift in a filthy, toxic river...Nothing had any importance anymore, other than to commit evil...This afternoon they made a vow to commit themselves to the worst..." (page 173)

"...His long lashes, his soft lips, and his nostrils trembling in harmony with his breathing make him look untouchable. Querelle is no longer the hustler one knows, he's turned into the first Querelle the fairy, the nancy, the seventeen year old diva he strove to become under the tutelage of a few wizards who blessed his virile charms...In an instant he is no longer playing the masculine role he learned to create for himself...confusing it with himself...but he he is an enraged queen wh is about to lose her kingdom. Marie Antionette thrashing about, drool and puke on the guillotine as her executioner is gorging himself with bread and cake." (page 179)

Needless to say I could quote a hundred more excerpts which send a frisson through my body which only comes with intense experience and at my age I only find it books - in writing that steps beyond the norm, the acceptable, the predictable to be utterly unique and original.

I am not going to tell you that 'Querelle de Roberval' echoes or is homage to 'Querelle of Brest' by Jean Genet - I haven't read Genet's novel - nor am I going to say things like:

"What renders Lambert's text intriguing is how he amalgamates the depiction of injustice, union meetings and social dynamics between the strikers, so contents a classic French social realist novelist would focus on (hello, Germinal), and puts them firmly in the now, but then adds the angle that the workers partake in the human destruction of natural resources, a very late 20th century/21 century sentiment, and elevates it into the mythological and surreal by borrowing from the French transgressive movement that shows the human body as a capitalist and sexual battleground. Querelle indulges himself and his partners in non-productive, non-conforming pleasures, sex and beauty make him powerful. He is Apollon, existing in the realm of art, beyond the reach of what realism could depict, and what the realist characters can destroy." (GR reviewer Meike and friend on March 5, 2025)

or:

"The book is an exercise in Marxist literary praxis, a dialectical work that dramatizes the emerging class consciousness of Querelle and other characters while, simultaneously, leading the reader on a similar journey. If at times this feels like an odd jumble of drug-fueled sex scenes and tedious union meetings, the mixture is by design. Querelle is a book of ideas where the narrative follows the theory rather than the other way around. In terms of situating the theoretical framework, this has a classical feel - a marriage of Marxism and queer theory with other intersectionalities (say, race) playing a less important role." (GR reviewer and friend David on September 2, 2023

Not because they are not true but because what is true and has been said does not need to be repeated. All I want to say is how exciting a novel like this is. To quote again:

"The twenty-year-olds sob, lament the only death that could have sealed off their youth, that of the magnificent lover they invented all together, whom they invoked through their prayers and incantations on nights when species vanished, whom they brought to life through witchcraft set down in ink composed of tears, blood, sperm, great symbols traced on hardwood or warmed ceramic, this lovely villain who would have spirited them away far from their beggar fathers, who would have made them princes in golden palaces, so go the thoughts of those who are so inspired; while the others tell themselves simply that he would have made it possible for them to live. A choir, to assuage absence and impotence. Listen to the vibrant song of new sorrows. They are of a race that sings under torture; they have no understanding of laws; they have no moral sense, they are brutes; do not be mistaken.”

Note the word incantations and the creation of a Greek chorus - this is literature that sit easily with works like 'Narrow Rooms' by James Purdy as rejecting and regressing back into literature's dark id where:

"...I looked and saw the sand all alive, all alive as the new-hatched sea turtles dashed to the sea while the birds hovered and swooped to attack and hovered and swooped to attack. They were diving down on the sea turtles turning them over to expose their soft undersides tearing their undersides open and rending and eating their flesh. Sebastian guessed that possibly only a hundredth of one percent of their number would escape to the sea. Nature isn’t created in the image of man’s compassion. Nature is cruel! Sebastian knew it all along, was born knowing it, but not I. I said, “No, no, those are
only birds, turtles, not us.” I didn’t know then it was us. That we are all of us trapped by this devouring creation. I couldn’t, wouldn’t face the Horror of the truth…" (Tennessee Williams 'Suddenly Last Summer)

There is no redemption in 'Querelle de Roberval' no real good guys or bad guys, we are back with ancient Greeks were their is no justice only fate and that is the most terrifying thing of all because Fate has no mercy, no belief in justice, it is Medea, Oedipus and Orestes, it all consuming and there are no happy endings.

I recommend this novel by an extraordinary young writer to everyone without reservation - I loved it - you may loath - but that doesn't mean it isn't great and true.

Finally:

In response to a query to the Librarians group at GR I was told that books had to be listed under the name and title as appeared on publication. If that is so I can't understand why although Kevin Lambert has every right to change what name he uses - he now is known as 'Kev Lambert' I don't understand why those books published under the name Kevin Lambert have disappeared from GR - though oddly he still appears under Kevin Lambert but only for his books translated into Dutch see -https://www.goodreads.com/author/show... - which begs the question why these translations had not appeared as alternate editions on his original 'Kevin Lambert' listing or his current 'Kev Lambert' listing.

I respect the Librarians as volunteers who have an impossible job with GR's antique format but surely they could at least be consistent!?

[Erik · Rating 3 out of 5]

Kevin Lambert's French Canadian tour de force, Querelle de Roberval is a strange, dark, and uncomfortable engagement with the working class and queerness in late capitalism.

A group of workers from a local sawmill are on strike in protest of their wealthy boss' refusal to provide better wages and working conditions. Among this group is Querelle, a queer, masculine, and deeply sexual character recently transplanted to this small town from Montreal. As Querelle fucks his way through the boys of this small community, the strikers begin to ruffle the community's feather as their work stoppage begins to have greater effect. This conflict will erupt into more violence as three queer drug addicts get involved in a myriad of creepy ways.

Querelle de Roberval rethinks the working class, queer works of Jean Genet and brings his modality into the present. But the writing also feels to be a bit too much: with scenes of necrophilia and cold-hearted murder, the book seems to - in rejected morality altogether - play into a weird obsession with the obscene that doesn't quite fit the tale it wishes to tell.

[René Paquin · Rating 4 out of 5]

Y’a longtemps que je ne suis pas sorti aussi secoué de la lecture d’un roman. Qu’est-ce que c’est dur! Quand Zola rencontre Genet sur une plage du lac, ça donne Querelle de Roberval. Aussi violent que brillant!

[Sylvain · Rating 4 out of 5]

C'est très dur, très cru, difficile, mais je l'ai terminé la langue à terre, essoufflé, flabbergasted! Tellement supérieur à son premier roman! J'attends son prochain avec impatience...

[Julie lit pour les autres]

J'ai lu ça dans l'autobus qui m'amenait de Montréal jusqu'au Kamouraska, et je me sens encore la tête à spin. Grand besoin de réfléchir pour savoir ce que j'en pense exactement.

[lauraღ · Rating 1 out of 5]

Querelle knows that he cannot rescue anyone, and he despises heroes.

1.5 stars. And I mean hey, it's 1000% possible that I simply do not understand what the author is trying to do or say with this, and that lack of understanding is driving my rating lower. And is the understanding of intent even important? The author is dead (in the Barthes sense; Lambert is fine) so I'm just going off my own interpretations, and every way I twist my mind and try to mull it over, I just hate the book a little more. We're following a group of workers (in a small logging town in Quebec) who've gone on strike, and everything that comes of their frustrations and struggles, the way their boss reacts, the way public perception twists and moves. At the centre of it all is Querelle, a worker recently arrived from Montreal, on a mission to fuck every twink who comes within five feet of him. I did think the writing/translation was good. I picked this up mostly because of the comparison to Genet, who I haven't read a lot from, and would like to read more (though if his wider work reads like this, maybe I should pass). There are some interesting things done with style (the author pauses around 2/3 in to look into the camera like he's on The Office) and while I didn't enjoy the flow of the prose, I thought it was good. The characters are all well drawn. But the absurdity and extremity of the violence, certain character actions, certain conclusions, they all tipped over into a nonsensical realm. The ending was skilfully written but also really gross and exaggerated and banal. Not banal in the way that makes you want to pause and think; banal in the way that makes you wish you'd listened to your gut and DNF'd around 75%. The entire book just feels pointless and gross. Again! Maybe that's down to me just not understanding it, but wow I kinda want my time back.

Listened to the audiobook as read by Nicolas Van Burek; it was enjoyable, and the only thing that got me through this. I'm just going to think of this book as a mere stumbling block on my journey to being a litfic girlie, and try not to think about it again. 

Content warnings: violence, death, necrophilia, suicide, child murder, cannibalism

[David · Rating 5 out of 5]

Wow, sous le choc. Tellement bien écrit, tellement fucking trash sur tellement de plans. Si j’avais eu le temps j’aurais fini en une shot. Ça dégénère pis c’est bon, trash mais pas gratuit. Presqu’uniquement de la narration mais on sent les gens qui parlent, les conflits de notre époque, l’axe région-métropole. Ça maîtrise de façon sublime les niveaux de langage.

[Tarian · Rating 1 out of 5]

Die schlimmsten letzten 50 seiten, die ich je gelesen habe. alles ist so durchsichtig und ohne rücksicht auf erzählerische eleganz konstruiert, jeder und alles nur die allegorie und nicht figur, und das alles artet am ende in eine völlig sinnentleerte und blöde, weil auf effekt und ohne entwicklung geschriebene ekelhafte gewaltorgie. grauenhaft

[Deslivres.Québ]

Querelle de Roberval fait passer le lecteur par plusieurs états, mais jamais par l’indifférence. Ce roman bouscule l’hétéronormativité avec un personnage ensorcelant qui détonne et dérange dans un milieu industriel et patriarcal. Rapidement, on sent une folie sourde qui bouillonne de plus en plus, jusqu’à son éclatement dans la scène finale. À découvrir!

[Karine Mon coin lecture · Rating 4 out of 5]

Lecture qui frappe, qui dérange. Le Querelle de Genet transposé à Roberval, de nos jours... et une conclusion qui nous laisse KO.

[Sabine · Rating 3 out of 5]

Beau style québécois. Cela commençait bien mais la fin....du n importe quoi.
C est un peu du sous-Houellebecq homo.

[JiHye-Sarah Roy · Rating 3 out of 5]

3.5 ⭐

Je doutais qu'une fiction sur le thème des syndicats puissent m'intéresser, mais Querelle de Roberval a su piquer mon attention et j'ai dévoré ce roman très rapidement. En effet, le climat de tension est extrêmement réussi, dès le début on ressent que l'histoire dérapera et il nous reste juste à découvrir avec quelle ampleur. Les personnages sont monstrueux et décrissant, complètement trash, mais intéressant dans leur aliénation et leur perte de contrôle sur leur humanité.

J'ai adoré le personnage de Querelle, un être presque amoral qui amène pourtant le thème sensible et bien important de l'homophobie dans les régions du Québec.

J'ai aimé le roman, mais quelques points m'ont parfois fait décrocher, rendant ainsi cette lecture plus prêt du 4 étoiles que du 5 . Je n'ai pas trouvé efficace ni nécessaire le bri du quatrième mur fait par l'auteur, ni parfois l'ampleur de la sauvagerie que je trouvais parfois choquante juste pour le but de provoquer. Les meurtres, oui d'accord, mais le cannibalisme et les infanticides... Je ne sais pas trop si je trouvais cela nécessaire.

[Claudia Veillette · Rating 4 out of 5]

4,5

[Melvin Piché · Rating 3 out of 5]

Regard intéressant sur une réalité que je ne connaissais pas beaucoup. Certains passages laissent fantasmer. Fin déconcertante voire même déroutante.

[Kyle C · Rating 2 out of 5]

Initially, Kevin Lambert's modern adaptation of Jean Genet's Querelle of Brest seemed like a banal simplification: Querelle is an aloof worker at a Quebecois sawmill, spending his nights on Grindr pursuing sexual conquests over all the local boys. Where Genet's Querelle was enigmatic, erotically mysterious, melding murder and sexual passivity in ritual self-abasement, Lambert's Querelle at first appears to be just a boring sex-addict glued to his phone. Where Genet painted the fantastical setting of maritime brothels and delinquent sailors, Lambert locates his novel in a more humdrum small town where there is a vexatious union strike. However, as the novel unfolds, Lambert's story eerily transforms into a style that is recognizably Genet, tableaux of violence, murder, infanticide and necrophilia, with surreal images of bong-smoking Greek choruses parading over a muscular corpse with bloodied flowers. In its closing montage, feral children fellate anonymous lovers outside the walls of the prison in moonlight rendezvous while a rueful Medea carves bloodied messages in her cell with her nails.

Like Genet, Lambert willfully upends conventional thinking with novel reinterpretations. The homophobic workers aren't horrified at Querelle's lurid tales of his sexual escapades; they are aroused and impressed and, in turn, disturbed by what it reveals in them. The fathers of the town are not just afraid that Querelle will sleep with their sons; they are afraid that Querelle will confirm their sons' passivity and expose their own. Our sympathies shouldn't be with the workers on strike trying to form a union; we should care more about the investors and businessmen whose capital makes all their livelihoods possible. Prison isn't a punitive place of incarceration but of sexual liberation. Necrophilia is an act of homage and the desire to penetrate is, on some level, the same as a desire to have a corpse. In a similar kind of symbolic order, the sexually dominant gay man and the striking union disarm and emasculate the patriarchal order of things. With all these musings, the heavy-handed pattern is obvious: Lambert, like Genet, always inverts convention and flips expectations around in surprising ways. It's a lot...

On the whole, I didn't like this novel. It juxtaposes poetic descriptions of Querelle's trysts with quotidian stories about workers trying to organize a union, and it doesn't really deliver a compelling story with realistic characterization, just an abstract degeneration into violence and murder. Like Genet's own style of writing, it is provocatively, hyperbolically, unreal, a pornographic snub of bourgeoisie realism.

[Carine · Rating 4 out of 5]

J'ai mis du temps après ma lecture pour accorder des étoiles à ce livre. C'est violent, c'est étrange, ça mélange grève, lock-out, syndicat, pulsions et gens bien ordinaires. Je ne sais pas à qui je pourrais le recommander, car ça ne conviendra pas à tout le monde. 4 jours après la fin de ma lecture, je suis encore habitée par les personnages et l'histoire...

[Anthony Lacroix]

Je pense que j’aime mieux la première partie. Violente et sexuelle comme la deuxième, mais plus politique et on perd moins la grève et la misère des yeux. Il y aussi beaucoup de personnage auquel l’auteur s’attarde à donner tous une fin (ou presque) ce qui rallonge un peu l’histoire. Très bon, mais un peu violent gratuitement par endroits. Hâte de savoir ce que les collégien.ne.s vont en penser

[Ian Riverin · Rating 2 out of 5]

Un style d'écriture cru, flamboyant, direct. Si l'auteur maîtrise clairement sa plume et ses lettres, les excès de violence, de nécrophilie et de pédophilie dans les derniers chapitres ne se justifient pas. Ces débordements apparaissent sans fondements et ne s'effacent pas sous la qualité de l'écriture de l'auteur, qui est indéniable.