Christopher Moore has long been one of my favorite authors. Two of his best works, Lamb and Fluke, are easily on my top ten favorite book list.
So it was with great regret and disappointment that I had to abandon reading his most recent work, Sacre Bleu. The story centres on the impressionistic artists like Matisse and VanGough, painting a tale of a conspiracy surrounding a particular shade of blue paint. Like his earlier book, Fool, which utilized Shakespeare’s King Lear, Moore seems to be trying to saturate his novel in historical research and context, -but I would have to say that both of these books are in fact his least successful. Moore is a master of irreverent comedy and satire. While there was a little witty banter in Sacre Bleu, most of it left me profoundly unamused and unengaged.
I’m an avid reader, but I found myself putting the book down for days and only picking it up again reluctantly. I really wanted to like it, so I read almost half of it before deciding to just let it go. I kept waiting for something to grab me, but it just didn’t come. Maybe I missed something. Maybe the second half is better, -though that’s no excuse for the first half being weak. Maybe his next book will rekindle his appeal. I’m sure there are those out there who will enjoy the book because of it’s subject matter. I’m not one of them.
Sorry Chris, I would give this book a C-.