The Accident on the A35

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Except where otherwise noted, content and photographs on this site are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3. The driver of the Land Rover - a woman in her 50s from the Tooting area of London - was taken to Dorchester Hospital. For me the place and people are what makes this book so special, but there's an excellent plot at the heart of it too. Louis is portrayed as so down and out that it is difficult to even visualize the stagnant nature of the place and the dark cloud above it. He studied English Literature at Glasgow University before spending some years teaching in France, the Czech Republic and Portugal.

It could well have to do with the translation, but as well as being unable to get close to the characters, I couldn’t raise any enthusiasm for the plot. Hopped up on Jean-Paul Sartre novels, he follows the trail to an apartment block in a nearby town, stalking one of its residents with a stolen knife as he turns his back on the sort-of girlfriend he’s been with for years. I loved the author's previous book His Bloody Project, so was hoping for another great story; unfortunately that was not what I got. But as he gets sucked into trying to discover more about Bertrand's life, Burnet quietly lets us see how grief is there, deep within him, perhaps so deep he can't make himself fully aware of it - grief either for the father he has lost, or perhaps for the father that he felt he'd never really had.I have still yet to read His Bloody Project (2015), Graeme Macrae Burnet's other book, which many people have told me is marvellous. Brunet had died in 1992 after committing suicide underneath a train, and the manuscripts were only sent by the solicitor after the death of Marie Brunet.

The narration has the simple momentum of classic crime writing, heavy on lit cigarettes, light on subordinate clauses. Location: The A35 westbound between the junctions with the A354 Puddletown and the A354 Dorchester South. Had Graeme Macrae Burnet not made last year’s Booker shortlist with his previous novel, His Bloody Project, you probably wouldn’t be reading this review: it wouldn’t exist.on Tuesday, May 24 of a 'single collision' involving a white Triumph motorcycle on the A35 Puddletown bypass near to Tolpuddle. An author commits suicide, paving the path to the publication of a novel deemed to be autobiographical, although how much is truth or false is up for debate, but it does feel real. A couple weeks ago I wrote of Pierre Lemaitre's Three Days and a Life that it reminded me of Simenon and Highsmith, only to wonder this week at my narrow range of reference – because this book really reminded me of Simenon, almost to the point of parody.

The book’s framework consists of small stones that gather bits of moss as they roll on, page after page. Four other people - including an eight-year-old girl who suffered serious injuries - were taken to hospital following the crash on the A35 yesterday (January 16). Chief Inspector Georges Gorski contacted the wife of the lawyer killed in the accident, to give her the awful news. One autumn evening he’s disturbed in his routine of solitary drinking when Bertrand Barthelme, a respected solicitor, ploughs his Mercedes fatally into a tree on the road from Strasbourg.

When you consent to data collection on AMP pages you are consenting to allow us to display personalised ads that are relevant to you when you are outside of the UK. The deceased’s seventeen-year-old son, Raymond (the same name as the “author’s”), appears relieved by his father’s death. While I continue to consider the author's His Bloody Project: Documents Relating to the Case of Roderick Macrae his best so far, this book, I think, outdid his The Disappearance of Adèle Bedeau, a tough thing to do since that one was so good.