This is true crime, but it doesn’t feel like the usual “case file” voice.
Carrère tells it from inside the investigation—his perspective as he tries to understand what happened, how someone keeps a life going through pure fabrication, and what it means to look at that kind of story up close. The part that stayed with me wasn’t just the crime itself, but the way the narration keeps reminding you that the act of investigating has its own weight.
I liked that the book doesn’t pretend the author is invisible. It’s not just about the case; it’s also about what it feels like to chase it.