Review: The Reader on the 6.27 by Jean-Paul Didierlaurent

I realised I loved Jean-Paul Didierlaurent’s The Reader on the 6.27 when I took offence at “trousers corkscrewing” down someone’s legs – they don’t corkscrew, they concertina. The writing (and Ros Schwartz’s translation) is so elegant and poetically rhythmic, that the rare off-word pulls the reader out of Guylain Vignolles’ magical world.

The blurb on the back of Jean-Paul Didierlaurent’s The Reader on the 6.27 unfortunately compares the book to Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s Amelie. While there are si...