BLOOD WEDDING :: Pierre Lemaitre

"I am afraid. The dead are surfacing. In the darkness. I can count them one by one. In the darkness, I see them sitting at a table, side by side. In the darkness."

Pierre Lemaitre has one of the most wonderfully twisted minds of crime fiction and the psychological thriller. On the heels of his award-winning Commandant Verhoeven trilogy (Alex, Irene and Camille, two of which won the prestigious CWA International Dagger Award), Lemaitre has written a tremendous standalone novel in Blood Wedding.

Sophie Duguet is losing her mind. She's forgetting things (where she parked her car, the date she and her husband have theater tickets, items she put in her purse while shopping), becoming uncharacteristically unreliable, and spiraling into depression and paranoia. Worse, the visions she has of hurting people start playing out in real life.

When the bodies connected to Sophie start adding up, she goes on the run, changing her name and location repeatedly to stay ahead of the authorities. Safety is hard to come by when she doesn't understand what she's running from, but as Sophie looks back she begins to figure out she’s up against more than her own mind. Unsettling and smart, Blood Wedding is intricately plotted along parallel timelines, and the screws tighten skillfully as Lemaitre winds through Sophie’s nightmare and toward the ultimate reveal.

Lemaitre's work is inspired and disturbing and can't be trusted. With precise yet elegant prose, he manipulates and unnerves. Like Sophie, the only thing the reader can be sure of is that things aren’t what they seem. Although Lemaitre’s work is not normally for the faint of heart, Blood Wedding is more about psychology than violence and thus relatively safe for the squeamish.

STREET SENSE: If you are a fan of the psychological thriller, of being held in suspense along with your protagonist and not knowing what's happening under the surface, grab this one. If you like a bit of twisted with your thriller, grab this one. Lemaitre is a master. If you're into crime fiction, read the trilogy. Read any Lemaitre, an author this good should be more well-known here in the U.S.

A FAVORITE PASSAGE:  Sophie never measures the years since she first went mad. It goes back too far. Perhaps because of the anguish involved, she feels the years count double. It began as a gradual descent, but as the months passed she be an to feel she was on a toboggan, hurtling downhill. Sophie was married then. It was a time before...all this...A therapist suggested a spell in the hospital. She refused, until death arrived, uninvited, to join her madness.

COVER NERD SAYS:  Lemaitre's covers are usually quite simple, a single image against a dark background. I'm not a huge fan of the single flower covers, which seem to have flooded the cover market as of late. However, I do like the fact that this dark red rose is tinged with black, and I love what they've done with Lemaitre's name. Overall I think the cover is ominously effective, I just wish the image was something other than a flower.

A version of this review previously appeared in Shelf Awareness and is reprinted here with permission.

IRENE :: Pierre Lemaitre

I don't remember why I picked up Pierre Lemaitre's Alex, but it wowed the socks off me and was one of the best, most twisty thrillers I read in 2014. I had never heard of Lemaitre, but when I researched him I wasn't surprised to learn Alex had won the prestigious CWA International Dagger Award in 2013.

I knew Alex was part of a police procedural trilogy centered around protagonist Commandant Camille Verhoeven and his brigade criminelle, so it was with great anticipation I awaited translation of the second installment, Irene, from French to English. Irene also won the CWA International Dagger Award (2014), and the final book in the trilogy, Camille, won in 2015. That's quite a pedigree.

Despite the very high bar set by Alex, I liked Irene very much. My one small gripe, as it were, is that Irene takes place before Alex chronologically and thus one of the major plot points is known going in. I'm not sure in what order the books were originally published in France, but I wouldn't discourage you from reading Irene first to avoid that spoiler, despite the fact that I thought Alex a bit more ingenious.

Where Alex was full of plot twists I never saw coming and thought were brilliant, Irene is different yet no less intense and intelligent. Commandant Verhoeven is a unique and fascinating protagonist. Born with fetal hypotrophy due to his mother's cigarette smoking, he stands only 4'11", not very imposing for the head of the brigade criminelle. What he lacks in stature, Verhoeven more than makes up for with intellect; a level of smarts that sometimes lands him in hot water.

Verhoeven is one of the most three-dimensional protagonists I've read in quite a while, and Lemaitre paints a superb picture of the man. He's plagued by his insecurities, stemming from his physical presence, his upbringing, and his gorgeous wife, Irene, who is pregnant with their first child. The tension and struggle in Verhoeven as he tries to be the husband he wants to be for Irene at the same time he's playing a deadly game of cat and mouse with a misogynistic sociopath can't help but be taken on by the reader it's so palpable.

The case Verhoeven and his team of fantastically-written cohorts, "the Verhoeven Brigade," face in Irene is a nasty one. In the words of one of the early-arriving officers, "It's like nothing I've ever seen in my life." A word of caution about Lemaitre's writing. It's graphic and it's not pretty. Definitely not for the squeamish.

The scene of the crime is a small derelict factory, and it doesn't take long for the Verhoeven Brigade to determine the location was carefully selected and the scene staged. The answering machine includes a greeting, but there is no phone line. An American movie is playing from the VCR. The furniture and art are carefully curated props. And amid the gore is a message written on the wall in blood, along with one clear and obviously intentionally-placed fingerprint.

It turns out the fingerprint was also left on purpose at the scene of a 2001 murder, the only thing the two vastly different crimes have in common. As the team works feverishly to find the connection and track down the madman, Verhoeven is struggling not only with the crime, but with a dogged reporter who is bound and determined to profile the ingenious Verhoeven, with or without his consent or participation.

The screws tighten on all fronts as the body count rises, the reporter keeps printing pieces that make the case a political nightmare and land Verhoeven in trouble with his superiors, and Irene gets closer and closer to delivering the little Verhoeven. The ultimate resolution and reveal are both surprising and shattering.

STREET SENSE: Lemaitre is a brilliant writer and plotter and he has created a wonderful, though violent, world for his readers with the Commandant Verhoeven trilogy. My sole reservation in recommending them is for those of you to whom the retelling of the crimes themselves might be disturbing. Although most of the actual violence occurs off-stage, there is plenty of description of the result of horrific crimes. But these books are so smart and the characters so well written, Verhoeven himself so unique and human, it would be a shame to miss out. The characters and plots are well worth the trip down My Bloody Valentine Lane. Also, the theme of the murders in Irene is probably not a spoiler and I'm dying to share it, but I won't. But it's a good 'un that readers will enjoy and Lemaitre handles it with a reverence I found quite telling.

A FAVORITE PASSAGE:  It's a long one, but one I loved:

Camille woke feeling amazing lucid. He and life had long been engaged in a battle of wills. Now, suddenly, he felt that the discovery of the bodies of these two mutilated women was about to turn a battle of wills into open warfare. The murdered women were no different from the woman he was caressing; like her, they had pale, rounded buttocks; firm, youthful flesh; in sleep their faces were probably like hers, with that curious expression like a swimmer underwater; the same deep, regular breathing; the soft snore; the moments of apnea that could panic a man who loved them as he watched them sleep; women with hair like Irene's, which curled about her heartbreakingly slender neck. Those murdered girls were no different from this woman he so loved. And yet, one day they had been -- what? -- invited, recruited, coerced, kidnapped, paid? However, it had come about, they had been mutilated by men whose only desire was to dismember young women with smooth, pale buttocks, who had been unmoved by the pleading looks of these women when they realized they were going to die; they may simply have excited them, and so these young women who had been born to live had somehow come to die in this apartment, in this city, in this century where he, Camille Verhoeven -- an utterly unremarkable policeman, the runt of the brigade criminelle, a pretentious, love-struck troll -- was stroking the beautiful belly of this woman who was constantly new, a miracle. Something was awry. In one last, weary flicker he saw himself devoting every ounce of his strength to two goals: first, to cherish this body he was stroking, from which, in time, would emerge the most astonishing gift; second, to hunt down the men who had mutilated those women, who had fucked them, raped them, killed them, dismembered them, splattering the walls with their blood.

COVER NERD SAYS: I like the covers of all the trilogy books. Irene is probably my second favorite, after Camille, below. Irene and Camille, in particular, conjure up the dread and angst of the series (maybe because the eyes are visible in those photos?). Alex has a different feel, a bit of the "one of these things is not like the others" kind of thing. Funnily enough, although it was Alex I read first, the other two covers would be the ones that would attract my eye on a book shop table. Overall, I think the covers serve the series well and get stronger as the series goes on.