Christopher Moore is awesome. Truly.  I fell in love with him when I read Bite Me, Lamb, and his Graphic Novel, The Griff (with Ian Corson).  Long story short, I’m a fan.  If you like comedy, laughing your butt off, France, Artist, Artists, France Artists (you get the picture)–check this one out. And besides, look at the cover. It’s AH-MAZING!! The cover alone is cool, how can you not be tempted to look at this book.

So, Christopher Moore books exhibit the same marvelous virtues. Engaging, deftly limned protagonists whose human failings are always offset by surprising moreal depths, heroes and villains alike. Zippy, jet-propelled plots whose parts are intricately connected and whose endings offer genuine surprises.Sacre Bleu is magical and is an ingenious fantasy just like his other works of art (notice what I did there, ha!).

In July 1890, Vincent van Gogh went into a cornfield and shot himself. Or did he? Why would an artist at the height of his creative powers try to take his life . . . and then walk a mile to a doctor’s house? Who was the crooked little “color man” Vincent claimed was stalking him? And why had Vincent recently become terrified of a certain shade of blue?  These questions confront baker-turned-painter Lucien Lessard and bon vivant Henri Toulouse-Lautrec as they seek the truth of their friend’s untimely death, a quest that will lead them on a surreal odyssey through late 19th-century Paris.

A delectable confection of intrigue, passion, and art history—with can-can girls, baguettes, and fine French cognac thrown in for good measure—Sacré Bleu is another masterpiece from the one, the only,Christopher Moore.