Raw and earnest. Shadows and light . A sense of shadows and impending doom all the while shot through with such soft light, such elemental love between a son and mother. Steely men pounding out a shelter, a way of life on the earth, loving but not knowing how to show it, how to best make a woman feel sheltered beyond a space, a place. From the beginning you hear the rustles in the trees, you are present in the forest, in the dark rocks behind the imposing old house with its moans and secrets. You are the little boy timid to share his mind, the lovelorn mother ripe and unnoticed, the harsh steel father so lost in his vision. The prose is clutching, pulling, clawing, tearing, the emotions summoned warm and familiar and aching and bitter laced with sweet. Gorgeously done. I was held and broken by this book.

Jean-Baptiste Del Amo is a naturalist, family historian, fabulist, and conjurer of psychological dread all wrapped into one. His prose is as simmering and exact as the generational trauma that threatens to erupt with every passing page. In Frank Wynne's virtuoso translation, "The Son of Man" is a frightfully good, exquisitely wrought, deeply tense novel that seizes the reader's heart with equal parts foreboding and fascination: a perfect narrative artifact.

Thank you Grove Atlantic and NetGalley for this ARC.

I decided to request this book due to the plot, as it sounded right up my alley. However, the translation didn't convince me, fully. I had the french version of the book at hand, and while comparing, I noticed a lot got lost in translation. I think this detail detered me from enjoying it fully.

The plot, however, was good. It was slow-paced but it drives you in.

DNF - I may endeavour to read this in its original language because I didn't vibe with the translation, it was not altogether what I was hoping it would be.

The Son of Man was a slow-paced but beautiful novel. I am in awe of the writing of Jean-Baptiste Del Amo. The introductory chapter was mesmerizing with it's lush descriptive language. I have not read a writing style like this before and look forward to reading more by this author. There were a few moments in the novel where I felt confused by the word choices and had to Google quite a bit to understand. Maybe this is just a result of awkward translating? This did not deter me from finishing the novel though it did take me longer to finish than I had anticipated. I would be interested in seeing a comparison of the English translation with the original French. I did struggle with the pacing a few times towards the middle of the novel but found the overall story line well-done and compelling.

This is a remarkable novel that I would recommend. Thank you to Grove Atlantic and NetGalley for the ARC.

This is not an easy book to read. Although it has some beautiful writing, and some profound insights into relationships and people, it’s brutality and honesty is harsh and painful. Reading this book is like watching a war develop before your eyes. At times it is reckless and heartbreaking, but it is truly well observed.



A young boy lives with his mother in some town. Who knows where? She had the child when she was young and the man she had the child with is not in the picture until one day he is. He moves into their house without much fanfare and takes over their lives.



The woman acquiesces, and the boy has little choice but to observe the man who is his father. The story ricochets back and forth between the present and the time, from before the father, during and after. The family moves to a mountain retreat where the father spent time with his father called Les Roches. It is not in good condition and life is rough and filled with a lot of discomfort. They boy, who is no longer in school is left to wander the hills, take in nature and observe a slower life. He does learn, and becomes a keen observer. His mother and father don’t get the benefit of the setting. The father seems to wrestle with his past demons, his bullying ways become a big problem as he is a block to the family flourishing. The mother who is pregnant goes inward and is in no position to help her son as she can barely help herself.



The book is explosive and the ending does come as a great surprise. I do think that Jean Baptiste Del Amo is a fine writer and clearly a deep thinker.

I read The Son of Man in a new English translation (the French original was released in 2021), and while author Jean-Baptiste Del Amo has much to say about the universal human condition (and in particular, the relationships between fathers and sons going back to the dawn of man), I found there was something slightly lost in translation between this story set in recentish (it seems before cell phones and internet) rural France and where I find myself today. Still: I found myself very invested in the modern day timeline (whose heart wouldn’t go out to a nine year old boy meeting his dangerous father for the first time?), and while I didn’t find the plot to be exactly surprising, I thought that the storytelling was very compelling and flowed logically to prove the point that Del Amo appeared to be making about what fathers can’t help but pass down to their sons. This touched me, heart and mind, and I can’t ask for more. Recommended!

Thank you NetGalley for this ARC.

Really astonishing and beautiful prose. Loved the ending. The novel feels slow but the writing is immersive enough for the reader to keep on until the end.

This was a slow-burn suspense novel. The writing style is a bit dense, so it was a little hard to understand at first but once I got used to it, I was drawn in quickly to the story. I liked that the timeline navigates between present-day, at Les Roches, and the day the father returns into the family’s lives. I hated the father, but appreciated how he was made complex by his own issues with his father. I absolutely loved the ending and the scenes leading up to it - I was holding my breath. This book had stunning prose, suspenseful build, and deep explorations of family.

Thank you to Grove Atlantic and NetGalley for the ARC.

This is my first time reading Jean-Baptiste Del Amo…..
I purchased “Animalia” ……(for which the author won the Prix du Livre award), and plan to read it too.

French author, Jean-Baptiste Del Amo was born in 1981….(same year as our oldest daughter)….
Having just finished reading “The Son of Man”, the first word that comes to mind is *unparallel*. …..as this book is exquisitely *unparallel* in prose, in story, in darkness, sadness, bleakness, braveness and boldness.

What type of man leaves his wife and his young son for six years, then comes back as though he’s the boss? Then teaches his son how to shoot - how to kill — and tells his son to never fall in love….(that love is a disease, a virus; it eats away at you like a gangrene)?

The father had been away from his son and wife for six years - but he tells his son he is back to stay and will never separate again. The father hopes and plans to win his son’s love again. His distant wife too.
The father smokes Marlboros …. a lot.

The mother ….. shhhh …. is pregnant (right > by another man)….

“The child learns to live in the shadow of his mother’s pain: over time, his movements grow slower and more wary, his games are whispered in the half-light of his bedroom. He is constantly listening for her every movement, her body turning over in bed, her cries, her groans”.
The son learned at an early age to shower, dress, and cook for himself, as his mother’s pain - from migraines were so terrible she felt like banging her head against the wall— or that she would rather be dead.

The son was so sweet - (I loved him - and my heart broke for him)……he had way too much adult responsibility-
He promises never to leave his mother - he wants to help her - care for her needs. (at the cost of his own lost innocent childhood).
His mother loved him….(we feel this):
“ My little redhead, she said, my little Fox cub”.
(but we also feel how it’s not enough for she or her son).

His mother kept tarot cards in a drawer next to her bed. She was happy when she drew a card of strength— but when she drew a card of death… she sometimes put it back and drew another card.
The Lovers card excited her the most. She dreamed of meeting a man who would love her the way her father did.
She would rather have almost any man other than the kind that left her alone to cope with a child.

From Mother …..her input about her husband: (women really are the wiser sex)….
“What he really wanted was to live dangerously, says the mother, there was nothing he liked better than to tempt fate. It was his idea of freedom, his idea, independence; in the end, maybe he wanted to wage war on life itself—the town had only been a backdrop and collateral damage for his revenge—to make up for the time he felt he had lost up in the mountains, under the strict, suffocating authority of his progenitor”.

As I read this novel …..I was soooo impressed with the quality of writing….unbelievable!……
……and those ‘visuals’ throughout— so descriptive- violent and tragic - were staggering and astonishing.

A few powerful excerpts….
“For days now, they have been marching westward, into the biting autumn wind. Thick unkept beards erode the hard features of the men. Ruddy-faced women carry newborns in tattered pelts. Many will die along the way, from the blue bitter cold or from dysentery contracted from stagnant watering holes where the feral herds come to drink. For them the men, with their gnarled fingers or their blades, will dig desolate hollows in the earth”.

“The threnody brings with it a torrent of images of sensations, and deep within their flesh, all gathered here, feel a profound melancholy, one that speaks of their wanderings over the earth, aimless and devoid of all meaning, of the endless cycle of the seasons, of the dead
who continue to travel by their sides and our conjured in the anteroom of night by a furtive shadow or the howl of a wolf”.

“Before long, their reserves run out. They feed on nuts, on acorns, that they crush, and boil again, and again to remove the tannins before mounding them into biscuits and cooking them over coals”.

The ending might leave readers either feeling intoxicated….or wishing to be.

Congrats to Jean-Baptiste du Amo …..(I’ve another book of his to read) ….
And thanks to Grove Atlantic….( they are the very best!)