<p>“Christopher Moore is a very sick man, in the very best sense of that word.”<br/>—Carl Hiassen</p><p>“[Moore’s novels] deftly blend surreal, occult, and even science-fiction doings with laugh-out-loud satire of contemporary culture.”<br/>—<em>Washington Post</em></p><p>“If there’s a funnier writer out there, step forward.”<br/>—<em>Playboy</em></p><p>Absolutely nothing is sacred to Christopher Moore. The phenomenally popular, <em>New York Times</em> bestselling satirist whom the <em>Atlanta Journal-Constitution</em> calls, “Stephen King with a whoopee cushion and a double-espresso imagination” has already lampooned Shakespeare, San Francisco vampires, marine biologists, Death…even Jesus Christ and Santa Claus! Now, in his latest masterpiece, <em>Sacré Bleu</em>, the immortal Moore takes on the Great French Masters. A magnificent “Comedy d’Art” from the author of <em>Lamb</em>,