Royal

The University of Montreal’s Faculty of Law is humanity’s dumpster. You know it: you’re its cardinal piece of trash. You’ve just started your first semester, but there’s not a minute to lose: if you want a good job when you graduate, you’ll need a good internship at the Bar, and if you want a good internship at the Bar, you’ll need a good GPA in your bachelor’s, and if you want a good GPA in your bachelor’s, you’ll have to kick some ass because it’s a free-for-all here, and you don’t rise above the fray by being nice. Being nice is being a herbivore, it’s wallowing in mediocrity, and you don’t understand mediocrity, you don’t like mediocrity, you shit on mediocrity. You came here to be king of the mountain, and the start of classes is the start of the carnage.

With this second novel imbued with flamboyant cynicism, Jean-Philippe Baril Guérard paints a dark portrait of the obsession with performance by staging the world of law students. Through them, he dissects, ever more incisively, the absurd feeling of natural superiority of the dominant classes.