The Corpse in the Orchard

A dead man under the autumnal apple trees. In Brussels, no less. His throat has been cut. There is no trace of the murder weapon. A chain-smoking commissioner and an equally chain-smoking inspector wander back and forth between the richest villa districts and the grayest neighborhoods of the city. Who did it? The beautiful wife? The pubescent pop singer? The heavily paid CEO? A brutally dismissed worker? A fundamentalist perhaps? Or is the latter too obvious? The search is as exciting, absurd and chaotic as the city itself: Brussels, unpredictable in its many languages, vague menace in its streets, only mockery can save you. Satirical, grim in fragments, hilarious in fragments. In short, an intense Brussels detective story.