Wash This Blood Clean from My Hand

August 1, 2007
It getspersonal in the third Jean-Baptiste Adamsberg mystery to reach the U.S. Previously, the eccentric commissaireof the French national police has maintained a disconcerting detachment, solving cases like a lone ranger or a Zen archer who went straight to the target. This time, though, Adamsberg faces his personal demon, a serial killer called the Trident who, 30 years previously, framed the commissaires brother for a murder, successfully avoiding prosecution for that and numerous other slayings. Supposedly dead for more than 15 years, the Trident has risen from the graveor so Adamsberg believes after encountering a new victim whose corpse bears the tell-tale signs of the Tridents work. Convincing anyone of this fact is impossible, of course, anddistracted by a trip to Ottawa to attend a forensics courseAdamsberg returns to Paris to find himself well and truly framed for the murder of a young woman. Vargas continues to mix styles effectively, combining the light, comic touch of the best Simenon with much darker themes. This time, too, with the hero forced to look deep into himself, the novel adds an extra pinch of Rendellian psychology to the stewpot.(Reprinted with permission of Booklist, copyright 2007, American Library Association.)