“Here, air was something rare and fleeting. It was rancid and rotten, like the heart of Montreal and the souls of its people.”
“Jean has harboured a secret his whole life. He’s not the man his mother raised him to be.”
David Warriner reviews two of the first three titles to appear in the Héliotrope Noir imprint, Du sang sur ses lèvres and Excellence Poulet.
Paths of Desire is an intriguing title for a novel. “You see them in parks sometimes. They’re the rough trails made by people who leave the marked footpaths and cut across a grassy area or field. Some say these paths are the result of bad urban planning, but I wonder if it isn’t simply an expression of non-conformity, a desire for freedom.”
“Cyrille said that all truth is ever-flowing and elusive. Those who go to sea know that anything atop the waves is forever breaking up and reforming. Differently. He said that the wind, the current, and the ocean swell are insatiable; that you could never be too careful, even on a glassy sea.”
“Outside a crowd was already gathering behind the orange tape the cops had set up to the background of a dozen or so patrol cars, lights flashing. A whole other kind of beauty, he thought as he watched the police.”