Slim oh-so-Seventies French novel detailing the life and loves of, well, French sophisticates who get mixed up with the supernatural. Savor
The Sweet Taste of Burning (
Le Piège in French, "The Trap"; this edition from Warner Books, Sept 1974), a mild romantic thriller with witchy undertones. Journo Serge heads to the countryside to investigate occult goings-on
and regular old murder at the behest of his scandal-hungry editor—
the Golden Age of peasant witchcraft, old boy! There Serge goes looking for the local healer/shaman, Bonafous, but he first meets the man's niece, Teresa, and
quelle surprise things slowly start to
ooh là là. Cue middle-age crisis for Serge!
Then Serge's wife gets sick, and it's the same type of sickness that had plagued some now-dead folks in the country town where Bonafous and Teresa live, the reason Serge went there in the first place. Could Teresa, in a fit of jealousy and cold hate, cast a spell on her? In this day and age? Unbelievable for modern, sophisticated people to entertain.
Carry on like this and you'll soon go completely mad yourself...
Our author,
Paul Andreota (1917-2007), wrote novels of suspense and witchcraft, sez the paperback's bio page, as well as screenplays for French films I've never heard of (decidedly
not the arty Truffaut/Godard type) ranging from the 1950s to the 1970s. Looks like he enjoyed himself, seems a regular
bon vivant type here:
Author Andreota
The book reads easily enough, if it's the sort of thing you like, but any
comparison to contemporaneous works like
The Exorcist or
Rosemary's Baby is wildly overstating the case. Much of it
reads like an obsessive hard-boiled novel of fatalistic love but with
that tinge of the otherworldly, especially the final pages. But it's too
little too late.
Although I was intrigued by the idea of a French occult novel, the main reason I bought
Sweet Taste was for that sweet cover. Artist
Charles Sovek, best known for his work on the early Seventies series
Satan Sleuth published by Warner Books (and prominently featured in
Paperbacks from Hell!), has a moody model evoking just the right amount of come-hither crazy (
"Sometimes at night I'm two people," she tells Serge at one point). Not a terrible book overall, nothing I'd recommend, but you could—and probably do—have books with worse covers in your collection.
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