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

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

Being undead sucks. Literally. 



Just ask C. Thomas Flood. Waking up after a fantastic night unlike anything he's ever experienced, he discovers that his girlfriend, Jody, is a vampire. And surprise! Now he's one, too. For some couples, the whole biting-and-blood thing would have been a deal breaker. But Tommy and Jody are in love, and they vow to work through their issues. 



But word has it that the vampire who initially nibbled on Jody wasn't supposed to be recruiting. Even worse, Tommy's erstwhile turkey-bowling pals are out to get him, at the urging of a blue-dyed Las Vegas call girl named (duh) Blue. 



And that really sucks.

You Suck

"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

Le biologiste marin Nathan Quinn travaille depuis des années sur le chant des baleines dans son laboratoire hawaïen situé sur l'île de Mauï.  Sponsorisé par une vieille milliardaire lunatique qui prétend que les baleines lui parlent et entouré d'une équipe de bras cassés, notre héros n'arrête pas de se faire chambrer par ses collègues scientifiques.  Un soir, alors que Nathan est sur le point de déchiffrer le chant des mammifères marins en appliquant une grille d'analyse mathématique binaire, son laboratoire est fouillé et saccagé. Quelques heures plus tard, lors d'une sortie en mer, son embarcation est retournée par une baleine qui l'avale. Pour Nathan, l'aventure ne fait que commencer...  Rencontre improbable du commandant Cousteau et de Tex Avery, Le secret du chant des baleines est une relecture sous LSD  de Vingt mille lieues sous les mers. Attachez vos ceintures, lire un livre de Christopher Moore, c'est un peu comme si on pénétrait dans la Quatrième Dimension...

Le secret du chant des baleines

"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

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

In San Francisco, the souls of the dead are mysteriously disappearing-and you know that can't be good-in New York Times bestselling author Christopher Moore's delightfully funny sequel to A Dirty Job. Something really strange is happening in the City by the Bay. People are dying, but their souls are not being collected. Someone-or something-is stealing them and no one knows where they are going, or why, but it has something to do with that big orange bridge. Death Merchant Charlie Asher is just as flummoxed as everyone else. He's trapped in the body of a fourteen-inch-tall "meat puppet" waiting for his Buddhist nun girlfriend, Audrey, to find him a suitable new body to play host. To get to the bottom of this abomination, a motley crew of heroes will band together: the seven-foot-tall death merchant Minty Fresh; retired policeman turned bookseller Alphonse Rivera; the Emperor of San Francisco and his dogs, Bummer and Lazarus; and Lily, the former Goth girl. Now if only they can get little Sophie to stop babbling about the coming battle for the very soul of humankind .

Secondhand Souls - A Novel

Il se passe quelque chose dans la morne station balnéaire de Melancholy Cove. On y trouve, pour un cocktail détonant, un flic qui se console de l'être en tirant sur des joints, une schizophrène ex-actrice de films de série Z postapocalyptiques réfugiée dans une caravane, un joueur de blues poursuivi par un monstre marin dont il a tué le petit quarante années plus tôt, une psy qui ne donne plus à ses malades que des placebos, un pharmacien lubrique ne rêvant que d'accouplements avec des dauphins, une femme qui se pend, des gens qui disparaissent… Une seule certitude : tous ont la libido qui explose. Tous sans le savoir sont sous le signe du lézard…

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