All Pure Souls

All Pure Souls

240 pages

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About the book

  • Shortlisted for the QWF Hugh MacLennan Prize for Fiction
Inspector Aliette Nouvelle has been called to investigate the murder of a Marilyn Monroe look-alike in a French brothel. The ladies, however, are not interested in cooperating with the authorities. But Aliette isn’t one to give up easily.

About the author

Brooke, John

John Brooke became fascinated by criminality and police work listening to the courtroom stories and observations of his father, a long-serving judge. Although he lives in Montreal, John makes frequent trips to France for both pleasure and research. He earns a living as a freelance writer and translator, has also worked as a film and video editor as well as directed four films on modern dance. Brooke’s first novel, The Voice of Aliette Nouvelle, was published in 1999. His poetry and short stories have also been widely published and in 1998 his story "The Finer Points of Apples" won him the Journey Prize.

Excerpt

Claude shrugs; it's too hot for a big debate. "Who else could it be? Everyone knows the gangs aren't in that place. It's a clear case of mixing too much pleasure with business."

That place is Mari Morgan's. Elegant and expensive, the brothel is tolerated because it would have been a large political mistake for anyone who might have had the power to make a fuss to do so. If you had made it that far in the local hierarchy and had not yet been to Mari Morgan's, the chances were too high you were in tight with someone who had. As for members of the Police Judiciaire such as herself and Claude, they're paid by the Minister of the Interior; as such, they've nothing to gain from the local meisters and too much to lose if they go poking their noses into pleasure pots where there's no real call. But it's true: never a hint of a gang or gang-type activity around Mari Morgan's. That is Aliette's business and she knows. "What about the guests?"

"The guests…" Claude yawns, fighting lethargy as he goes back to his notes; "a dentist, an accountant from Hôtel de Ville, a couple of lawyers you might have run into, two managers from Peugeot with one of their parts suppliers in from Lille, and a Herr Von Schorrker from across the river. Five of them were otherwise engaged at the time she was found, three were sitting in the bar. No one's above suspicion, of course…let's just say the guests all cancel themselves out of the picture. No need to ruin any careers, Inspector. Not with this heat…our public would hold it against us. Mmm?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"A big bother getting the Germans to comply."

True enough. "How many girls?"

"Ten… Rather: make that nine plus a cook."

"So, nine girls—five in bed, at least one working the bar; leaves three with time on their hands."

"Two actually—she was with him, remember."

"Right." With him? Often the mystery starts right there: A woman could be "with" so many different men, each of them in a different way; all the more so if work's involved. Why am I admired? Why am I wanted? Why am I privy? Between the personal and the professional, the reasons are seldom clear. Like most women, she has learned to live with it. But most women do not have their hearts pierced in the boss's office. Studying the information: "Says here she was very much in demand. Which means she was bringing in money. Why would a pimp be angry?"

"We'll see," mutters her Commissaire. He shrugs, "It's there if you want it, but…well…not really up your alley, is it?"

She watches Claude staring down at the collected information, shaking the head that is too small for the gangly body in that slow, morose way. Is he pondering the fact of the corrupting influences that always swirl around a man's carefully constructed life? He has, after all, been the beneficiary of such influence. The friendship of Louis Moreau, their former boss, with Jacques Normand, one of the country's most wanted criminals, had played itself out to a tragic end, leaving Inspector Claude Néon in charge. Whether justly so is a question not enough people have sought to consider. She knows he knows it; she hopes the lesson has not been lost: forget hard work; forget risk and results; pray for luck…maybe a penis to go with it? Mmm—bitter, bitter. Stop it, Aliette!

Yes, well, this heat will make you edgy. And he's just being lazy. Just another pute come to a bad finish at the hands of another man who thinks he owns her. Who cares?

She also knows Claude's not trying to steer her away from the murder in the brothel. Since taking over, that's one thing he hasn't tried. She has waited for it, but it's as if Claude hasn't the energy for that kind of confrontation. Inspector Nouvelle lost out on the big promotion but has won, tacitly, the right to pick and choose her cases, a new level of freedom as her consolation prize. While here, three months later, Claude Néon is still testing the waters of power. Tentative. Still very much the "interim" man. No way he'll tell her to leave it be. What he is saying is simply true: the thing might not be her concern at all.

Reviews

This is Brooke's second Aliette Nouvelle mystery. He has a great eye for detail and is a dab hand with dialogue. That, along with a strong plot, great setting and good characters, is everything anyone can ask for in a… >>

The Globe & Mail

While Nouvelle's co-workers consider it an open and shut case, Brooke's protagonist suspects, correctly, that it is not as straightforward as it seems.

Through twists and turns of a contrived plot involving a secret cult, a hallucinogenic… >>

The Winnipeg Free Press

Brooke's dream-like style and powerful sensuality clash with the sordid reality of the lives of Marie Morgan's whores, creating a dissonance that draws us into the heart of the story. It is less about a criminal investigation than about the… >>

The Montreal Gazette

All Pure Souls is definitely not a dimestore detective novel. The writing is good and the dialogue is sharp…the point of the book seems to be less about solving the crime than figuring out what motivates the characters. >>

Montreal Review of Books


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