I've borrowed Bastogne to a friend of mine years ago without seeing it anymore. I have never felt the absence of this book. In this moment Bastogne is more useful where it is: under the leg of a moving table or close to a spiderwebs metropolis.
I don't remember that much of this book.
It was set in Nice, France where Brizzi is born.
The novel was funny, in a certain way, with all that surprising violence which breaks the boredom.
It's just a pity that Brizzi tries to play pulp without knowing the rules of the game.