| Summary: | The devil has been drinking rum. The churches have been defiled, the corpses are being torn apart. St. Peter must repent. While I spit out mud and fire, ravage the fields, the animals, and the men, they clap their hands like children at Carnival. They forget to become wise animals again, to trust their instincts. Run away! I am Pelee Mountain, in three hours, I will shave the city. Thirty thousand dead in ninety seconds. With a verve baroque and vibrant, Daniel Picouly, Renaudot prize for The Child Leopard, embodies the terrifying epic of Mount Pelee, mythological strength, in a novel abounding resonances strangely current.
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