Books: Murder most foul in Paris

Karim Miske presents uncomfortable truths about the clash between the tolerant secular West and the belief systems enforced in theocratic countries. Photo / Antoine Rozes

The themes of murders in Paris, religious fundamentalism and a threat to multiculturalism might seem all too topical after recent grim events in the French capital. But Karim Miske's remarkable Arab Jazz was, in fact, written two years ago and has already won prestigious French and English awards.

Rightly so, as this is a debut of notable assurance, moving between the less salubrious streets of Paris and the synagogues of New York, delivering considerably more than a gripping narrative. As with so much recent crime fiction in translation, Miske has tackled serious sociopolitical issues - the "added value" that has granted an often-frivolous genre a new intellectual clout.

Arab Jazz takes us to a world of bars, second-hand bookshops, kosher sushi and kebabs, in a pungently realised 19th arrondissement, in which people of different (and antithetical) faiths somehow manage to coexist in a fragile detente. But that coexistence is threatened after a particularly savage murder. Ahmed Taroudant is a sensitive individual who loves poetry and novels; his aim is to lose himself by devouring the whole world in a single, uninterrupted story written by others. But dreaming in his flat, he feels what he thinks is a tear striking him on the end of his nose.

He tastes it and discovers to his horror that it is blood dripping from the flat upstairs; it is from the mutilated corpse of his neighbour, Laura Vignole. What makes the killing even more disturbing is something discovered alongside her body: raw pork. This religious element puts Ahmed in the frame for the killing, and things look bad for him. But detectives Jean Hamelot and Rachel Kupferstein are not prepared to take things at face value. As they investigate, they are plunged into a milieu in which drug-trafficking and violent religious hatred undermine the very stability of Paris.

Apart from the sobering topicality the book has retrospectively achieved, this is a vivid, multifaceted picture of an entire community, luminously characterised; the lowlife denizens of Paris have a vitality somewhere between Zola and Elmore Leonard.

Key concerns for Miske are the future of multiculturalism and implacable religious belief that allows no dissent from its strict tenets.

His own background suggests why this is such a concern for him. Miske was born in Abidjan, on the Ivory Coast in 1964, to a French atheist mother and a Mauritian Muslim father. The author describes himself as a spiritual atheist, but his mixed parentage has helped him understand the dynamics of integration between antipathetic cultures, and he extends understanding (if not always sympathy) to his varied cast of characters.

What makes the book so provocative is its excoriating critique of religious intolerance, a theme examined with some rigour. The dogged coppers Hamelot and Kupferstein are a memorable duo, quirkily characterised - as is the luckless Ahmed. And as the detectives peel back layers of prejudice and resentment, we are presented with uncomfortable truths about the clash between tolerant secular Western society and the belief systems enforced in theocratic countries.

Arab Jazz is proof that French crime fiction is jostling its way to the top of the noir tree.

- Independent