Published in 2012 by William Morrow
This book is the epitome of Christopher Moore. As much as I always want to love his books, they tend to either be super awesome (A Dirty Job, Lamb, Fool) or be kind of bleh (Fluke, the one about vampires, something about a Sequined Nun Love.) This was a little of both. Parts were wry, compelling and laugh out loud funny. Parts were dry, boring, and a little overwrought.
A very strange and entertaining idea though, Sacre Bleu is a story about famous artists compelled to paint by a mystical little man who creates a magical color of blue that allows for some crazy things to happen. While it was not his best book it was a fun and interesting look at the lives of men we often forget. . . had lives!
It shows us that these men were contemporaries and friends, just men living in Paris and getting by with the world around them and what they were given in life.
Quotes:
"Now the ragpicker threw his head back and laughed in the way only a Frenchman with 7 teeth and a conscience soaked in wine can laugh, the sound his donkey might make if he were a heavier smoker and had just licked the devils ass to chase all taste of goodness from his tongue. The ragpicker wasn't a scoundrel, but scoundrels envied his laugh."
Rating: ***
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