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"His name is Jesus and, all things considered, he is a poor devil. This farm worker has always known that passion, hatred and violence circulate like the wind, between the world of humans and the world of animals. He also knows that life and death do not stop mixing in this universe where the axe destroys the beech, where the shrew swallows the earthworm, where the men smash, in indifference, the heads of cats and that of women. He knows all this, Jesus, and he doesn't make a drama of it. Around him there is the immense nature whose mystery is familiar to him; there is Epiphany whose thoughts and chills he captures; there is an assassin and lost children; there is finally this wild boar which rolls in the filth and reigns over the forest as a nonchalant lord ..."
Brushing in the heart of a Norman microcosm the portrait of a farmhand, Franz-Olivier Giesbert composes a story to twists and turns which is as much a thriller as a mystical fable.