“Well thanks loads, Chris, now you’ve ruined art for everyone.”
Christopher Moore’s Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art is a “dark little fairy tale of the color blue” that takes the reader on a wild, metaphysical romp through 19th century Paris in its artistic prime. It is a deliciously demented supernatural murder mystery revolving around art, the artists and their muses, and a particular shade of blue.
(Quick aside: His Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec is my favorite, although I kept picturing him as John Leguizamo in Moulin Rouge as I read.)
As in all things Moore, Sacré Bleu is funny, bawdy, and certifiably nuts. But it is also a meticulously researched and intelligently written book, which I thoroughly enjoyed reading.
The signed first edition is also a thing of beauty and a work of art in itself, which makes it a delightful read and a glorious feast for the senses.
This was a post by Hanna, who misses people and places and cake.