'How pleasant it is to spend an evening in this way! I declare that after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! — When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.' No one made any reply. She then yawned again, threw aside her book, and cast her eyes round the room in quest of some amusement. — from Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen (1775-1817)
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September 23, 2011

The Three Evangelists



Once Sophia had left, no-one knew quite what to do, as they all paced around the big room. Vandoosler senioe preferred to take his meals upstairs. Before leaving the room, he looked at them. The three younger men were standing, oddly enough, each one in front of one of the tall windows, gazing into the dark garden. Standing like that, each framed in an archway, they looked like three statues with their backs to him. St. Luke on the left, St. Matthew in the middle, St. Mark on the right. Each of them turned to stone in his niche. Strange figures and they made strange saints. Marc had crossed his hands behind his back and was standing stiffly, legs apart. Vandoosler had done a lot of stupid things in his life; but he loved his godson. Not that there has ever been a christening.
I found Three Three Evangelists after I fell for Fred Vargas' first Commissaire Adamsberg novel, The Chalk Circle Man, during Paris in July.  The beginning drew me in, but about halfway through (it's not a very long book) I thought it started to drag a little. I've decided to blame that on the rain and my sinuses, because this book has a great set-up, quirky and appealing characters, and {eventually} a very good ending.

The story begins when Sophia, a famous, now retired opera singer, looks out her window one morning to find that someone has planted a tree in the garden of her Paris home. Her social-worker husband isn't interested, assuming that one of her fans has sent it as an anonymous gift.  Sophia decides to ask her new neighbors, three seriously unemployed historians living in the crumbling house next door, to pose as utility workers and dig up the tree to see if there is anything buried underneath it.  These three men -- Marc, Mathias and Lucien {get it?} -- and Marc's Godfather, a disgraced ex-policeman -- become friends with Sophia and Juliette, their neighbor on the other side. Then someone disappears, some other people arrive, two people are murdered, and the four men work with Leguennec, a detective friend of the ex-commissaire, to find out what has happened.

I enjoy the way Ms. Vargas draws her characters, especially the three young men. They are unpublished scholars, focusing on prehistoric man, the middle ages, and the Great War, and their fields of study color their appearance, their idiosyncrasies, their conversation, and even the floors they inhabit in the old house {in historical order, with the uncle in the attic}. It did, I guess, take a long time for anything to really happen, but when it did, it was worth waiting for. This is a stand-alone mystery {though I would love another installment with these men}.

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