By Pascal Dessaint
Dans une ville sidérurgique du nord, deux voix se répondent à quinze ans d'intervalle.
Pascal Dessaint partage sa vie entre le nord de los angeles France où il est né en 1964 et Toulouse où il vit aujourd'hui, deux univers qui nourrissent son suggestion. Ses romans ont été récompensés par plusieurs prix importants dont le Grand Prix de littérature policière (Du bruit sous le silence), le Grand Prix du roman noir français de Cognac (Loin des humains) et le Prix Mystère de los angeles critique qu'il a reçu deux fois (Bouche d'ombre et Cruelles natures).
Sensible aux questions environnementales, marcheur et militant dans l'âme, Pascal Dessaint décrit depuis Mourir n'est peut-être pas l. a. pire des choses (2003) les rapports complexes et parfois ambigus entre l'Homme et los angeles Nature.
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