Posts Tagged ‘French’

Eh, Not Worth It

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

The Unforeseen by Christian Oster

translated by Adriana Hunter

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This is a dark little odd little novel. It’s hard to feel sympathy for anyone in the story, really. The main character is a man with a perpetual cold. All the women he gets involved with, he states, come down with it some point. This could be interesting, but it is never explored, just treated as a fact. So it’s no surprise when his wife of one year comes down with a cold as they drive towards a friend’s birthday party for a weekend away.


He doesn’t seem to really love her, nor her him. He doesn’t seem to feel very strongly about much, really. We don’t get to know her well, and they separate when, in the misery of her sickness, she asks him to get a separate room at the hotel they end up stopping at, then urges him to go on without her.


I read the whole book, expecting to like someone, or feel some sort of emotion toward someone, but the book, like the main character, seems too self-absorbed to interact with much of anyone with any depth. The strangest part was, after I read the book, reading the comments on the back cover that say “The honesty of emotion in The Unforeseen is matched only by its subversive intent.” Uh - I found very little emotion other than mild befuddlement, and if thinking life is meaningless is “subversive, well, maybe that counts, as this character seems completely aimless.


Just weird, and kinda unsatisfying, even though it has a major twist at the end, even that comes off as quite anticlimactic, then the book ends. Don’t bother with this one. Maybe it is better in the original French, but I doubt translation would change the entire feel of the book.

The French Holocaust

Tuesday, August 12th, 2008

Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnayddd

This is a very sad, truly haunting book, whose images and impressions will linger with you long after you’ve set the finished book down.

Set in two times, 1942 occupied France and in today’s Paris, the novel follows the stories of two very different women, and how their lives intersect.

The first is Sarah Starzynski, a ten-year-old girl, born in France to her Polish Jewish immigrant parents. She and her 4-year-old brother Robert have been shielded from the meaning and events of the war, and when they are made to wear yellow stars on their clothing, her mother explains that it is because they should be proud to be Jewish. So when the events of July 16, 1942 - the great Vélodrome d’Hiver round-up - take place, her ignorance leads to tragedy. Because the men who come to take them away are French policemen, not the scary Germans, Sarah lets her brother go to their “secret hiding place,” and complies when he asks her to lock him in, and take the key. They both assume she’ll be home in a little while. Their mother knows about the little cupboard, so it is always stocked with a jar of water, some bread and a flashlight.

The main character in today’s Paris is Julia, an American journalist married to a native Parisian. Assigned to do a story on “the Vel d’Hiv” for its upcoming anniversary, she faces ignorance and denial from the French almost everywhere she turns. Younger French folk have never heard of it, and her Parisian husband and his family don’t want to talk about it. In speaking with his grandmother, Mamé, she begins to make connections about the apartment they are currently renovating, and her inlaws, always cold to her, resent her doing any digging.

Julia, who grew up in Boston, had never heard of “the Vel d’Hiv” round-up, and neither had I. Julia’s research, and Sarah’s story of her family’s treatment at the hands of the French policemen, combine for a riveting, and tragic tale. It is not all depressing though, as we also follow Julia’s own story as she is dealing with what she learns as her own marriage is ending and a new life is beginning.

This is an excellent book, compelling and well-written, and once I started it, I read it until I finished it in one night. I completely reccomend this book to anyone who believes we must learn our history in order to not repeat it. The real facts behind the novel are given at the end, in a section called “Historical perspective” and the whole book will haunt you and stay with you forever. It is no wonder it was an International Bestseller, and I fully expect it to be one here as well. It is scheduled to be released in October 2008.

Art History - and it was Interesting, Honest!

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

The Wreck of the Medusa by Jonathan Mills ddd



I did graduate from MassArt - which recently got renamed to Massachusetts College of Art and Design by the way. I don’t worry about the name changing - when my grandmother graduated from it, it was the Massachusetts Normal School of Art. As I am sure was true in her day as well as mine, graduation requirements included several Art History classes. Make that “Slide and Fact Memorization Classes, Dreaded by Nearly All.” Not the highlight of any semester, and it wasn’t because of a lack of enthusiasm from the teachers, it just was dull.

So imagine my surprise when I picked up The Wreck of the Medusa by Jonathan Mills - and actually liked it!This fascinating book is based on one of the best-known paintings of the Romantic movement in French painting in the early 19th century, “The Wreck of the Medusa” by Theodore Gericault. More than a book about a painting, this book tells the story of everything - the ship “The Medusa,” the political atmosphere at the time, the struggles France was going through, the colonial history of Senegal, and the stories of many of the men involved. It also gives you much more of a background on Gericault than you ever get in an Art History class, details of his personal life, health and politics that all formed a strong influence on this painting.

The Medusa was an actual ship that wrecked because of incompetent captain, off the coast of Africa. Some passengers were allowed in lifeboats, but many were left on a hastily and poorly bult raft, that they were told would be towed by one of the lifeboats. Soon, though, the raft was cut adrift, quite literally. People on the raft went through the worst humanity had to offer, and most did not survive. Those who were on the lifeboats hardly had a better time of it, landing on the desert sands, through which they had to walk, starving and dehydrated, and encountering nomadic peoples that they didn’t know how to communicate.

Both the wreck, and its impact on the politics of French society and individuals - both of the artist Gericault and the survivors - make for a fascinating study. And this painting is often mentioned - I just saw it last week on Rick Steve’s Travel Show on TV, so knowing more about it is just really cool! If you have interest in art, politics, history, or even just people, I recommend this book.