ISBN 9780143115953 moved to this edition. The debut mystery in the internationally bestselling Commissaire Adamsberg series-now available for the first time in the United States Fred Vargas 's Commissaire Adamsberg mysteries are a sensation in France, consistently praised for their intelligence, wit, and macabre imagination. This first novel in the series introduces the unorthodox detective Commissaire Adamsberg-one of the most engaging characters in contemporary crime fiction. When blue chalk circles begin to appear on the pavement in neighborhoods around Paris, Adamsberg is alone in thinking that they are far from amusing. As he studies each new circle and the increasingly bizarre objects they contain-empty beer cans, four trombones, a pigeon's foot, a doll's head-he senses the cruelty that lies within whoever is responsible. And when a circle is discovered with decidedly less banal contents-a woman with her throat slashed-Adamsberg knows that this is just the beginning.

Each day, inhabitants of a small community in the French Alps find another of their ewes with its throat cut. When one of the villagers too is killed people begin to could it be the work of a werewolf? Soon suspicion falls on Massart, one of the villagers, because of his beardlessness (according to popular legend, werewolves have no hair on their bodies because they are inside the body). Soliman, the victim's adopted son; Le Veilleur, a lonely sheperd and Camille, a lovely girl from the city, decide to pursue Massart and their hunt leads them into the Alps, but their incompetence is undisguisable and they decide to summon Commissaire Adamsberg—well known for his peculiar investigation methods—to help. Thanks to his extraordinary intuition, Adamsberg unearths an astonishing truth, one that the villagers are going to find hard to believe. From the Trade Paperback edition.

Ce roman graphique a reçu le Prix Alph'art en 2000. Toujours campé sur ses rollers, le jeune Grégoire Braban et son ami Vincent s'adonnent avec plus ou moins de bonheur au vol à la tire. Ce jour-là, à Saint-Michel, ils arrachent la sacoche d'un vieux. Trente mille balles. Le gros lot. Mais la sacoche est lourde de bien autre chose. Autre chose d'assez dégueulasse. Le sac du vieux, c'est la boîte de Pandore. Il y a tous les péchés du monde là-dedans. Au soir, Vincent est assassiné, la cuisse lacérée de quatre coups de lame. Le commissaire Adamsberg s'inquiète de cet étrange dessin. Le tueur à la serpe, celui que la rumeur a surnommé le Bélier vient-il de signer son quatrième meurtre ? Avec Les Quatre Fleuves, deux artistes ont dialogué pendant plus d'un an pour offrir au lecteur un roman d'un type inédit. Le pinceau et la plume magiques de Baudoin, en donnant un visage aux personnages, en explorant formes, rythmes et mouvements, exaltent la " singularité du style et de l'univers littéraire, l'humour ravageur, et la subversion du regard " caractéristiques de l'oeuvre de Fred Vargas. (M. Abescat, Le Monde) Ce roman graphique a reçu le Prix Alph'art en 2000. Toujours campé sur ses rollers, le jeune Grégoire Braban et son ami Vincent s'adonnent avec plus ou moins de bonheur au vol à la tire. Ce jour-là, à Saint-Michel, ils arrachent la sacoche d'un vieux. Trente mille balles. Le gros lot. Mais la sacoche est lourde de bien autre chose. Autre chose d'assez dégueulasse. Le sac du vieux, c'est la boîte de Pandore. Il y a tous les péchés du monde là-dedans. Au soir, Vincent est assassiné, la cuisse lacérée de quatre coups de lame. Le commissaire Adamsberg s'inquiète de cet étrange dessin. Le tueur à la serpe, celui que la rumeur a surnommé le Bélier vient-il de signer son quatrième meurtre ? Avec Les Quatre Fleuves, deux artistes ont dialogué pendant plus d'un an pour offrir au lecteur un roman d'un type inédit. Le pinceau et la plume magiques de Baudoin, en donnant un visage aux personnages, en explorant formes, rythmes et mouvements, exaltent la " singularité du style et de l'univers littéraire, l'humour ravageur, et la subversion du regard " caractéristiques de l'oeuvre de Fred Vargas. (M. Abescat, Le Monde)

The popular Parisian mystery by the international bestselling mystery writer, Fred Vargas, whom the French have hailed as the next Henning Mankell. In a small Parisian square, the ancient tradition of the town crier continues into modern times. The self-appointed crier, Joss Le Guern, reads out the daily news, snippets of gossip, and lately, ominous messages—placed in his handmade wooden message box by an anonymous source—that warn of an imminent onset of the bubonic plague. Concerned, Le Guern brings the puzzling notes to the bumbling but brilliant Chief Inspector Jean-Baptiste Adamsberg and his straight-edged, right-hand man, Adrien Danglard. When strange signs that were historically believed to ward off the black death start to appear on the doors of several buildings, Adamsberg takes notice and suspects a connection with Le Guern’s warnings. After a flea-bitten corpse with plague-like symptoms is found in one of the marked buildings, Fred Vargas’s inimitable genius chief inspector is under pressure to solve the mystery and restore calm to a panicked Paris. But is it a real case of the bubonic scourge, or just a sinister trick designed to frighten as the body count grows and the culprit continues to elude the police? Peopled with charming and eccentric Gallic characters, and packed with gripping historical detail, Have Mercy on Us All is a complex, surprising, and stylish tale from France’s finest mystery writer.

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La prima storia ha per protagonista un barbone che vive sotto al commissariato e si diverte a depistare la breve indagine di Danglard fino all'intervento di Adamsberg. La seconda parla di un crimine commesso la notte di Natale, il che consente alla Vargas una delle sue stravaganti divagazioni sul folclore locale. La terza disegna in un tratto fulmineo il ritratto di un venditore di spugne che assiste a un omicidio seduto, mezzo addormentato, sui sedili della metro di Parigi.

Between 1943 and 2003 nine people have been stabbed to death with a most unusual weapon: a trident. In each case, arrests were made, suspects confessed their crimes and were sentenced to life in prison. One slightly worrying detail: each presumed murderer lost consciousness during the night of the crime and has no recollection of it. Commissaire Adamsberg is convinced all the murders are the work of one person, the terrifying Judge Fulgence. Years before, Adamsberg's own brother had been the principal suspect in a similar case and avoided prison only thanks to Adamsberg's help. History repeats itself when Adamsberg, who is temporarily based in Quebec for a training mission, is accused of having savagely murdered a young woman he had met. In order to prove his innocence, Adamsberg must go on the run from the Canadian police and find Judge Fulgence. This is the finest novel yet from the incomparable Fred Vargas.

"Wry humor and offbeat plots blend with a subtly dangerous charm to make Fred Vargas the queen of French crime writers." —Martin Walker, author of the Bruno, Chief of Police Series “A wildly imaginative series.”— The New York Times Awarded the International Dagger by the Crime Writers' Association four times, Fred Vargas has earned a reputation in Europe as a mystery author of the first order. In This Night's Foul Work, the intuitive Commissaire Adamsberg teams up with Dr. Ariane, a pathologist with whom he crossed paths twenty years ago, to unravel a beguiling mystery that begins with the discovery of two bodies in Paris' Porte de la Chapelle. Adamsberg believes it may be the work of a killer with split personalities, who is choosing his or her victims very carefully. As other murders begin to surface, Adamsberg must move quickly in order to stop the "Angel of Death" from killing again.

Adamsberg travels to London, where a routine conference draws him into a disturbing investigation. Commissaire Adamsberg leaves Paris for a three-day conference in London. With him are a young sergeant, Estalère, and Commandant Danglard, who is terrified at the idea of travelling beneath the Channel. It is the break they all need, until a macabre and brutal case comes to the attention of their colleague Radstock from New Scotland Yard. Just outside the baroque and romantic old Highgate cemetery a pile of shoes is found. Not so strange in itself, but the shoes contain severed feet. As Scotland Yard's investigation begins, Adamsberg and his colleagues return home and are confronted with a massacre in a suburban home. Adamsberg and Danglard are drawn in to a trail of vampires and vampire-hunters that leads them all the way to Serbia, a place where the old certainties no longer apply.

A # 1 French and Italian bestseller from the three-time winner of the CWA’s International Dagger Award. More than ten million copies of Fred Vargas’s Commissaire Adamsberg mysteries have been sold worldwide. Now, American readers are getting hooked on the internationally bestselling author’s unsettling blend of crime and the supernatural. As the chief of police in Paris’s seventh arrondissement, Commissaire Adamsberg has no jurisdiction in Ordebec. Yet, he cannot ignore a widow’s plea. Her daughter Lina has seen a vision of the Ghost Riders with four nefarious men. According to the thousand-year-old legend, the vision means that the men will soon die a grisly death. When one of them disappears, Adamsberg races to Ordebec, where he becomes entranced by the gorgeous Lina—and embroiled in the small Normandy town’s ancient feud.

From the #1 bestselling French author and four-time winner of the Crime Writers’ Association’s International Dagger Award A woman is found murdered in her bathtub, and the murder has been made to look like a suicide. But a strange symbol found at the crime scene leads the local police to call Commissaire Adamsberg and his team. When the symbol is found near the body of a second disguised suicide, a pattern begins to emerge: both victims were part of a disastrous expedition to Iceland over ten years ago where a group of tourists found themselves trapped on a deserted island for two weeks, surrounded by a thick, impenetrable fog rumored to be summoned by an ancient local demon. Two of them didn’t make it back alive. But how are the deaths linked to the secretive Association for the Study of the Writings of Maximilien Robespierre? And what does the mysterious symbol signify? From the Trade Paperback edition.

Commissaire Adamsberg investigates the death of three men linked by their childhood at an orphanage in Nimes, all killed by the venom of the recluse spider, in the new novel by the #1 bestselling French crime writer A murder in Paris brings Commissaire Adamsberg out of the Icelandic mists of his previous investigation and unexpectedly into the region of Nîmes, where three old men have died of spider bites. The recluse has a sneaky attack, but is that enough to explain the deaths of these men, all killed by the same venom? At the National Museum of Natural History, Adamsberg meets a pensioner who tells him that two of the three octogenarians have known each other since childhood, when they lived in a local orphanage called The Mercy. There, they had belonged to a small group of violent young boys known as the "band of recluses." Adamsberg faces two obstacles: the third man killed by the same venom was not part of the "band of recluses," and the amount of spider venom necessary to kill doesn't add up. Yet after the Nîmes deaths, more members of the old band succumb to recluse bites, leading the commissaire to uncover the tragedy hidden behind the walls of the orphanage.

\- Le dolmen dont tu m'as parlé, Johan, il est bien sur la route du petit pont ?- À deux kilomètres après le petit pont, ne te trompe pas. Sur ta gauche, tu ne peux pas le manquer. Il est splendide, toutes ses pierres sont encore debout.- Ça date de quand, un dolmen ?- Environ quatre mille ans.- Donc des pierres pénétrées par les siècles. C'est parfait pour moi.- Mais parfait pour quoi ?- Et cela servait à quoi, ces dolmens ? demanda Adamsberg sans répondre.- Ce sont des monuments funéraires. Des tombes, si tu préfères, faites de pierres dressées recouvertes par de grandes dalles. J'espère que cela ne te gêne pas.- En rien. C'est là que je vais aller m'allonger, en hauteur sur la dalle, sous le soleil.- Et qu'est-ce que tu vas foutre là-dessus ?- Je ne sais pas, Johan.