J’ai lu un autre livre de Laurent Mauvignier.
This one is set during the Algerian War, 1954-62.
Like in his other novel, Histoires de la nuit, as described in its review in the Times, the sentences are long, very long sometimes, light on punctuation and circle round their subjects in snaking coils.
They call it modernism.
It wasn’t as good as Histoires de la Nuit but still enjoyable.
I learnt a few new words – not least Harkis.
These were Algerians who worked for the French army.
When the war was over, many of the Harkis were abandoned and killed by the Algerians who saw them as traitors.
Coincidentally, we came across this plaque honouring the Harkis on a trip to Fuveau.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 
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