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File in between [[Talking to Ghosts by Herve Le Corre and Frank Wynne (Translator)]] for the crime, and a great favourite for being 2015's best, [[The Red Notebook by Antoine Laurain, Emily Boyce (translator) and Jane Aitken (translator)]].
And since writing the above I have indeed done just that – retained my affinity for those who say Garnier is an author to read – by picking up several others. I would suggest the best place to start is either with ''Boxes'', or perhaps {{amazonurl|isbn=1908313722|title=The Islanders}}, which takes its small-town feel to a place much closer to Paris than the norm, but gives us a snowbound, Christmastime-closing-set episode in Versailles, where a man finds trying to arrange his mother's funeral brings a lot more of the past back to life than he wishes. {{amazonurl|isbn=1908313498|title=Moon in a Dead Eye}} lumps very few people into a failed gated community, and stirs up psychosis ahoy until things blackly bubble over, in a novel look at the old trope of the sunniest of places hiding the darkest of shadows. {{amazonurl|isbn=1906040427|title=The Panda Theory}} is worth a look, too, as it shows the human condition in a black form once more, through a surprisingly charitable and friendly visitor to a small town; the nearest Garnier has got to disappointing me is with {{amazonurl|isbn=1908313161|title=The A26}}, which while bearing strong similarities with McEwan's ''The Cement Garden'', closes in in too insular a fashion to look at rarefied lives, and thus loses sight of anything like a message or bigger picture. But if you can imagine all the books the reviewing gods might let me peruse, and consider I have privately chosen to pick up a Garnier at a rate of one a month (with {{amazonurl|isbn=190831303X|title=How's the Pain?}} lined up) you might see how strongly I feel an affinity for these rich, snappy and craftily varied bleak looks at rural French life. If I'd pick a lesser-known foreign author who deserved mucho praise and esteem, I would at this point in time definitely pick the late, great Pascal Garnier.
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