The epigraph taken from Chaouin, a dirty, raw, as well as infinitely sensitive song by Fred Fortin, forcefully announces this second novel written by four hands. In Two-tone black, Sébastien Gagnon and Michel Lemieux explore the somewhat intrusive daily life of two roofers, brothers-in-law to boot. Between the installation of this Two-tone black, the incomprehension of a new craze for mistral blue shingles and drunken beers, Cowboy, widower and solitary, and René, with a keen eye and a body ready for anything, witness the faults of the neighborhood and have fun play with fire. In a language full of sweat, testosterone, alcohol and truculent comparisons that ignore everything that is politically acceptable, the duo draws a guy’s novel – if that is even possible – from these imperfect, sometimes laughable men, very little stickler for legality and afraid of nothing. If we count a few lengths, the rusticity of the characters, carried by the frank and straightforward writing, takes us out with humor from the ambient sanitized discourse.
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