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Le Loup Mongol: Roman Homéric

I actually feel guilty for liking this novel so much- It's told by a narrator that tells his story about the Mongol wolf (Genghis Khan) a story of his loyalty to his khan and following him on a path of war, destruction, rape etc...

 I can’t help it, I still really like it- the novel is so well written and as time passes the narrator really grows on you (despite the fact that I don't approve his actions). It's been a long time since I've read this novel and I remember it so clearly. Maybe I wouldn't be as impressed by it now as I was then, but I'll remember it fondly...Ah, the joys of reading...especially the joy when you're really surprised by what you are reading.

I remember I had thought about it while swimming and that says something because for me the point of swimming is not to think too much and to relax. I don't plan to reread it though; I think I would like it less if I did. I’m not sure, but I’d like to keep the impression I have now.
Btw I didn't read it in original (French) but in translation.

To summarize- I can't describe how well written it is: poetical, moving, convincing...It's all a history fiction should be, it feels authentic (I'm not saying it really is, I cannot judge the authenticity since I'm not an expert on Mongolian culture but surely it's much better than your average history novel). Take a chance, read it.

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