“It was too much. Much too much. It was madness.”
Gender runs through this novel—or is it fictionalized memoir?—this “world where no one spoke of men, they were not a subject of conversation because they didn’t really exist…”
“While David Clerson’s first novel, Brothers, was sweeping, allegorical, and pull-no-punches dark, En rampant is anchored in the real, paranoid, present, albeit with a significant dash of magical realism.”
David Warriner reviews two of the first three titles to appear in the Héliotrope Noir imprint, Du sang sur ses lèvres and Excellence Poulet.
“You are well and truly dead,” she confirms. “But keep going. Tell me what happened underground, Mr. Kowalksi.”
“Frères is a reflection of our own familiar world in a distorting mirror, a world of “monstrous creatures, bigger than anything they could imagine, two-headed fish, turtles with shells as huge as islands, whales with mouths big enough to swallow whole cities,” all seen through the eyes of two brothers, the elder missing an arm, the younger fashioned by his mother from that arm so that his sibling would not have to face the cruel world alone.”