1890. Vincent Van Gogh est assassiné à Auvers-sur-Oise par un mystérieux dealer de bleu, « l'Homme-aux-Couleurs ». Toulouse-Lautrec mène l'enquête. Il enrôle son ami Lucien, peintre-boulanger de la butte Montmartre. Mais Lucien n'a qu'une obsession : brosser le portrait de Juliette, muse magnétique, qui vient de lui offrir un tube de bleu très rare... Une comédie débridée qui revisite l'histoire et le Paris de l'impressionnisme, et dynamite tous les codes, du roman noir au rose, du livre d'art à la saga.

Sacré Bleu

"Readers new to the work of Christopher Moore will want to know two things immediately. First: Where has this guy been hiding? (Answer: In plain sight, since he has a cult following.).[H]e writes laid back fables straight out of Margaritaville, on the cusp of humor and science fiction."-Janet Maslin, New York Times Whale researcher Nathan Quinn has a problem. It's not a new problem; in fact, it's been around for nearly 20 million years. And Nate's spent most of his adult life working to solve it. You see, although everybody (well, almost everybody) knows that humpback whales sing (outside of human composition, the most complex songs on the planet) no one knows why. Nate, a Ph. D. in behavior biology, intends to discover the answer to this burning question-and soon. Every winter he and Clay Demolocus, his partner in the Maui Whale Research Foundation, ply the warm waters between the islands of Maui and Lanai, recording the eerily beautiful songs of the humpbacks and returning to their lab for electronic analysis. The trouble is, Nate's beginning to wonder if he hasn't spent just a little too much time in the sun. Either that, or he's losing his mind. Because today, as he was shooting an I. D. photo of a humpback tail fluke, Nate could've sworn he saw the words "Bite Me" scrawled across the whale's tail.

Fluke - Or, I Know Why the Winged Whale Sings

"If there's a funnier writer out there, step forward."-PlayboyThe always outrageous Christopher Moore-New York Times bestselling author of Bite Me, Lamb, You Suck, The Stupidest Angel, and a host of other prime cuts of literary hilarity-joins forces with award-winning screenwriter and director Ian Corson to bring you The Griff. An absurdly entertaining graphic novel about alien invasion-in the grand tradition of Cowboys and Aliens, but considerably more ridiculous-The Griff is vintage Chris Moore.with pictures! Get ready for thrills, chills, and a chain-smoking professional squirrel, in this high-octane tale of the infestation of Earth by extraterrestrial interlopers and the motley crew of humans who save the world.sort of.

The Griff - A Graphic Novel

Pour les gourmets des mots, Christopher Moore a glané autour du monde un florilège des termes les plus curieux, étonnants, poétiques... et totalement intraduisibles.

Les plus jolis mots du monde

Quand on aplatit un jet de plusieurs millions de dollars simplement parce qu'une belle de nuit rêve de s'envoyer en l'air en temps réel, on n'a plus grand-chose à espérer du métier de pilote. Pourtant, sur son lit d'hôpital, Tucker Case reçoit l'offre la plus mirobolante de sa vie : piloter un Jet Lear pour le compte d'un pasteur perdu dans une île du Pacifique. Que voulez-vous qu'il fît ? Il y alla, et de compliquée, sa vie devint tout simplement infernale.

La vestale à paillettes d'Alualu

A man of infinite jest, Pocket has been Lear's cherished fool for years, from the time the king's grown daughters - selfish, scheming Goneril, sadistic but hot Regan, and sweet, loyal Cordelia - were mere girls. So he can see trouble brewing when  Lear demands that his kids swear their undying love and devotion before a collection of assembled guests. Of course Goneril and Regan are only too happy to brownnose Dad. But Cordelia's blunt honesty ends up costing her her rightful share of the kingdom and earns her a banishment to boot. 
The only person who can possibly make things right is Pocket, who has already managed to sidestep catastrophe on numerous occasions, using his razor-sharp mind, rapier wit and the equally well-honed daggers he keeps conveniently hidden behind his back. He's going to have to do some very fancy maneuvering - cast some spells, incite a few assassinations, start a war or two (the usual stuff) - and shag every lusciously shaggable wench who's amenable along the way. Pocket may be a fool . . . but he's definitely not an idiot.

Fool

Venice, a long time ago. Three prominent Venetians await their most loathsome and foul dinner guest, the erstwhile envoy from the Queen of Britain: the rascal-Fool Pocket. This trio of cunning plotters-the merchant, Antonio; the senator, Montressor Brabantio; and the naval officer, Iago-have lured Pocket to a dark dungeon, promising an evening of sprits and debauchery with a rare Amontillado sherry and Brabantio's beautiful daughter, Portia. But their invitation is, of course, bogus. The wine is drugged. The girl isn't even in the city limits. Desperate to rid themselves once and for all of the man who has consistently foiled their grand quest for power and wealth, they have lured him to his death. (How can such a small man, be such a huge obstacle?). But this Fool is no fool .

The Serpent of Venice - A Novel

Ceci est un conte grivois. Vous y trouverez de la baise sans rime ni raison, des meurtres, des fessées, des mutilations, des trahisons, des sommets jusqu'ici inexplorés de grossièreté et de vulgarité, de même que des pratiques grammaticales non traditionnelles (voire incorrectes) et une petite branlette par-ci, par-là. Aimable lecteur, si tout cela t'incommode, passe ton chemin, car nous ne cherchons qu'à distraire et non point à choquer. Cela dit, si tu penses pouvoir y trouver ton compte, eh bien ce récit te conviendra à la perfection.

Fou !

Que sommes-nous de plus pour les dieux que des mouches importunes et lubriques qu'ils écrasent pour le plaisir ? Vaste question... que Sam Hunter, trente-cinq ans, parfait golden boy, n'avait pas eu à se poser avant que le Coyote ne débarque dans sa vie pour y semer la pagaille. Car l'animal en question n'est pas celui de Tex Avery (quoique), mais l'incarnation d'une divinité crow bien décidée à rendre infernal le quotidien de Sam. Pourquoi lui ? Dans quels buts ?... L'occasion, entre légendes indiennes et réalités yankees, d'une balade ravageuse à mourir de rire, et de peur parfois, au pays des mythes anciens et des machines à sous...

Sacré Bleu

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