Out of the chaos of a hotel room, ejected in splinters from a building by a cleverly designed bomb, Interpol Inspector Poincaré attempts to uncover order. With few clues other than the smoking debris of the room and the charred body
of a man ripped asunder and thrown into the streets far below, Poincaré begins his orderly methodical inspection.
While police are quick with their interpretations of the scene, Poincaré is slow, calm, and patient. Initially, he determines that fragment spray from the blast indicates the murdered man was torn apart as he stooped over a hotel sink.
But while examining this explosive crime, Poincaré’s mind obsesses about another horror scene he investigated. Again and again throughout All Cry Chaos, through Poincaré’s remembered images, the reader is forced to gaze down into a large earthen pit in Yugoslavia. It is Spring. Sun melts snow away. Poincaré sees only inhuman chaos amid so many ruined bodies lying below — bones — shreds of what once was colorful clothing.
Inspector Poincaré visits the cell of the perpetrator of this heinous crime of genocide wondering why he did not kill the man when he had the chance. The prisoner justifies his actions: “Bad things happen in war!” Poincaré wonders if this man deserves the justice of a trial and jail cell after wanton murder. As he leaves the killer, Poincaré hears: “I will put you in my shoes before I die.”
The jailed murderer has maintained outside connections. His henchmen wreak chaos onPoincaré’s family, critically injuring them. Despondent Poincaré must now deal with these threats. Why harm his family instead of killing him? Yet he still must solve the original hotel room explosion. But can he face his own chaotic mind? He examines, but then questions, mathematical proof of the existence of chaos in what first appears to be orderly being.
Can this philosophical inspector continue to work under disabling stress? What will happen to him and family members seriously injured because he lives? Can Poincaré effectively manipulate circumstances to keep loved ones from further harm while continuing to serve Interpol? Is there a political connection between the hotel explosion and the genocide mystery? I will leave the answer to all these intriguing questions to the reader of All Cry Chaos.
I must give this story my highest recommendation. It is for all readers. It’s fascinating, conscience-nabbing account at once deals with the philosophical and the mathematical — but then flies directly into the face of disorder, the End Time Rapturous madness, religion, and hellish revenge. If All Cry Chaos is the first installment of Inspector Poincaré’s brilliant writing, let us hope that Author Leonard Rosen’s other novels will be as excellent as this one.
Read All Cry Chaos. It will force you to t-h-i-n-k! You will not be disappointed.Powered by Sidelines