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Irene Nemirovsky: French Suite

Némirovski Irène met thanks to this little masterpiece entitled Dance, outlined earlier in this blog. In this book I was dazzled his way to draw the characters, their way of showing the rotten and sick of some relationships, all in a novel breve de poco más de 100 páginas. Pues bien, siendo esta Suite Francesa un proyecto mucho más ambicioso, creo que, a pesar de que se lee con cierto interés, queda por detrás de la obra antes mencionada. El proyecto de la novela comprendía cinco partes, pero la fatalidad hizo que Irène solamente pudiera terminar las dos primeras. En 1942 fue detenida y deportada al campo de concentración de Auschwitz, donde la escritora murió en agosto de ese mismo año. Poco después su marido corría la misma suerte. Fueron pues sus hijas quienes, sesenta años después, sacaron a la luz el manuscrito de esta inacabada obra y la publicaron en Francia en el año 2004.

Como le ocurría to Dance, where the protagonist's relationship with his mother was inspired by the real relationship between Némirovsky and her mother-a relationship difficult and bleak as we know, in this work we find, if not glimpses of life Irene, a portrait of French society of the forties in which she lived. The book begins with a first part, entitled Storm in June, where we follow the adventures of a group of characters who decide to leave Paris before the Nazi occupation imminent, and that will show on that tour its miseries and its virtues, taking the worst and the best of themselves, as often happens in such circumstances. The Péricand are a family of high French society must give up their luxuries and survive in a rural environment saturated with exiles who, like them, fleeing cities were falling into the hands of the Germans. The writer Gabriel Corte and Florence, his partner will be real trouble for some food to the mouth, but court will refuse to give up some privileges that are no longer made sense in the France of that time, appearing to our eyes as a anachronistic characters, anchored to a company temporarily destroyed. Oriental art collector Charles Langelet also portrayed the same way, and demonstrate a complete lack of scruples and principles for ensuring their own survival. Michaud lastly, the only ones who seem to retain their humanity and values \u200b\u200bin these very scrambled, represent the lower-middle class Parisian. For them the most important thing is your own love life as a couple and their son, who struggles against the Nazis in the French army. To them to one of the most beautiful paragraphs of the novel, a dialogue between the two that I leave here the significance of its contents:

"- Maurice ... How strange are things I have gone to be bitter and disillusioned and yet are not unhappy, I mean inside. Am I wrong?
- No.
- But So what comforts you?
- The certainty of my inner freedom, "said Maurice after a moment's reflection," that is precious and unchanging, and to keep it or lose it just depends on me. The passions that led to the end, as now, eventually fade. That what had a beginning have an end. In a word, that disasters happen and they should not go before them, that's all. So the first thing is to live: Primum Vivere. Day. Live, expect, trust. "

The second part is entitled Dolce , and is set in a French village, which also appears in part, located in the German occupation. Némirovsky tells here the difficult relations between rulers and ruled, among which also comes to arise in times of friendship and, of course, love. In this case, the main character is Cecile, a young woman who lives with his mother in a mansion closed and bolted to the outside world. Ce Cecile's husband has fallen, it seems, a prisoner of the Germans. The old woman is totally against the invaders, and also has very little regard to her daughter, while Cecile, either happy or relieved in part by the absence of a husband who does not want and that is cheating on him with another, not so reluctant to approach the new arrivals opportunity that is given by the forced presence of a German officer who will live a while in the house with the two women.

is curious that in this book the author does not give us a negative view of Germans. The one that goes wrong is rather stop the war, that is to blame for the separation of parents and children and entire families. She is responsible for much suffering. The Germans stationed in France appear as soldiers who have been forced to perform a task, but they are portrayed with human dyes and almost on par with the French themselves. In fact, it insists that most were friendly and wanted to please those whose lands they had occupied in the night morning. This portrait is so close and friendly by Némirovsky surprising in part to the reader, especially if we know the dramatic end to the writer. Of course, if it intended that the work was published and not knowing how long they remain on French soil invaders, it follows that no criticism in his work to the newcomers. But it appears that Némirovsky had suspicions of his own tragic end was imminent, according to measures against Jews were being taken in France itself, and that she suffered at seeing his works ceased to be published. I'm as interested in a Irène reflect what actually was, and able to separate in their valuation at the leaders who ordered all this slaughter and those who, in most cases, had no choice but to comply if they wanted to preserve his life. Some soldiers were so prisoners as the French themselves.

I have enjoyed more with the second part. Perhaps because the characters or the story it unfolds, more lively and appealing. The first one I did a little difficult. At the end of the book also includes appendices that appear in the author's own notes about the work you are writing, accompanied by personal correspondence of Irene and her family in the period before and immediately after his death. Is a poignant testimony of barbarism meant for millions of people the senselessness of World War II. Closing the book can still see Irene, writing as far from Paris, even knowing that, possibly, his work would be posthumously (it says so explicitly in one of his letters). Pity we did not make a mistake.

More reviews of works by Irène Némirovsky:
- Dance

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Eduardo Galeano: Siri Hustvedt

This is one of the most original works I've read in a long time. In it, the Uruguayan writer Eduardo Galeano offers us a journey into the past from a unprecedented view, that of those who would normally have been forgotten by official history. Thus, this book talks about everything from women, blacks, and in general all those who have been exploited, abused, and reversed as people throughout the centuries. A reading that invites us to reflect, to learn a new image of recorded history, with the hardness that contain those tragic stories that make up the fabric of everything that came before us. The irony, open criticism, humor, poetry and storytelling are mixed dry and rough in style Galeano, who demonstrates with this book be without a doubt one of the greats of the current literature. Mirrors

is structured as a collection of short stories that are distributed in a more or less chronological order, but that can be read independently. These stories trace the origin of man, with constant references to the mythologies of different peoples, some better known than others. This part is perhaps the most enjoyable to read, because they are written texts with a great sense of humor, to be enjoyed from start to finish. Galeano enough originality in some of these fragments is delicious. It is very difficult to pick out just a few excerpts from a book which itself is full of small masterpieces. However, I leave you, as always, a few lines so you can judge for yourselves:

"Since the Pope of Rome to the most humble parish priest, no priest who does not dictate sexual conduct lessons. How can they know so much about an activity they are forbidden to practice? (.. .) In 1123, the Lateran Council imposed mandatory celibacy. Since then, the Catholic Church conjures the temptation of the flesh by the vow of chastity, and is the only single company in the religious world. The Church requires its priests dedicated a full time system that protects the peace of their souls, avoiding marital quarrels and screaming baby. "

"Hitler did not invent anything. From For two thousand years, Jews are the murderers of Jesus unforgivable and guilty of every sin (...) Defendants to serve the Devil, these bloody centuries walked the expulsion expulsion and massacre killing (...) The colossal carnage organized by Hitler culminated in a long history. The hunt for Jews has always been a European sport. Now the Palestinians, who never practiced it, pay the bills. "

" Before, Europe spilled over the southern hemisphere soldiers, prisoners and starving peasants. These protagonists of colonial adventures have gone down in history as travel agents of God. It was launched to rescue civilization from barbarism. Now the journey is reversed. Those who make it or trying to get from south to north, are the protagonists of the colonial misadventures that go down in history as messengers of the devil. It launched the assault barbarism of civilization. "

" The Berlin Wall was the news every day. From morning to night we read, saw, heard, the Wall of Shame, the Wall of Shame, the Iron Curtain ... Finally, this wall, which deserved to fall, fell. But other walls sprout, and continue to emerge in the world. Although much larger than that of Berlin, they say little or nothing. Little is said about the wall that the United States are rising in the Mexican border, and little is said about the fences of Ceuta and Melilla. Almost nothing was said about the West Bank Wall, which perpetuates the Israeli occupation of Palestinian lands and will be fifteen times longer than the Berlin Wall, and nothing, nothing at all, they speak of Moroccan Wall, which perpetuates the theft of the country Saharawi and Moroccan kingdom is sixty times more than the Berlin Wall. Why is there so lofty walls and walls so dumb? "

writer Eduardo Galeano says, not a historian. In addition the book contains no references to support the huge amount of data that appear in it. The same author tells us at first that he has been impossible to include these sources because they would have occupied a lot of pages. This is perhaps the only "defect" that can be attributed to the work we do not know to what extent we are told in the book is true or not. But if we read with a somewhat critical eye, without the need to believe everything that we are given as true, we are without doubt an attempt to make history more than welcome, because at last taken the humble voice and disinherited have been so important in historical and unfortunately are marginalized over and over again by official sources. The unsung heroes, the brave who gave their lives to save others, or who struggled to be free in a time en la que las cadenas atenazaban a la mayoría de la población, son los protagonistas al fin de un libro que, si bien no es cien por cien histórico, les intenta devolver parte de la dignidad que el tiempo y la memoria les arrebataron. Aunque a veces su lectura se hace difícil por la dureza de algunos de los episodios relatados, creo que Espejos es una de esas joyitas que aparecen de vez en cuando en el mundo literario y que merece la pena degustar a pequeños sorbos, saboreándola desde el principio hasta el final. Altamente recomendable.

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Mirrors: Everything I loved

El prestigioso escritor Salman Rushdie ha dicho de esta novela que " fascina, apasiona e inquieta. Hustvedt is a singular artist, a gifted writer of considerable intelligence, profound sensuality and a quality difficult to define for which I can only think one word: wisdom. "Not as enthusiastic as Rushdie himself, Hustvedt's novel is, above all, surprising, and beyond this feature, we could say that the word that best defines it is" troubling. "This does not preclude its sometimes reading progress with some difficulty, because it Hustvedt's prose too dense at times, ups and downs and at a rate which, fortunately is in crescendo as we go along the pages.

The writer is a great creative characters. There are some echoes austerianos in these tormented characters with more specific concerns that we love the fans of Auster. In fact, reading this novel right after the previously outlined, Leviathan, I could not find certain similarities between them. In what concerns us, the narrative voice lies with a male character, Leo Hertzberg, an art teacher who will bring a strong friendship with a budding artist named Bill Wechsler. They live in a way similar stocks. Married with two beautiful girls, Erica and Lucille, the two will become pregnant and give birth almost simultaneously. The relationship between the four seems to increasingly take hold, although the author introduces the beginnings of a third female character, Violet, who have a definite presence from the second part of the novel.

The book is thus divided into three parts. The division between the first two is given by a tragic event unexpectedly hitting the peaceful life of this little circle of New York, and will cause profound changes in the trajectory of each one of them. But the most fascinating of the book, from my point of view, is hidden in a page between the second and third, when something dark and strange begins to stalk the actors, at first diffusely, to absorb the growing reader hasta conferir a la novela ese carácter de "inquietante" que mencioné más arriba.

Me gusta la forma de escribir de Hustvedt, aunque sus descripciones son quizás demasiado prolijas en algunos momentos. En general la primera parte del libro se hace algo lenta y pesada, pero como ya adelanté, el ritmo va acelerándose y los acontecimientos se van precipitando a medida que avanzamos en su lectura. Esto, unido a unos personajes bien construidos y muy interesantes, dotan al libro de algo especial que sin duda acaba acaparando -y de forma casi enfermiza- la atención del lector.

El mundo del arte, con sus excentricidades y sus abusos, pero también con la fuerza expresiva que le caracteriza, como fuente de emotions in the viewer, is the backdrop of the novel. Serve this snippet as shown:

"Whenever an artist dies, his work begins to slowly replace the body, thus becoming his replacement in this corporeal world. This is a process, I suppose, inevitable. In passing from one generation to another, certain useful objects such as chairs or plates, may seem temporarily infused with the spirit of their former owners, but this condition fairly quickly succumbs to their pragmatic functions. Art, for their intrinsic usefulness, is reluctant to be incorporated into everyday life, and when it is minimally powerful, seems to encourage the life of the person that created it. "

A novel that also explores significant aspects of human psychology, such as grief and sense of loss at the death of a loved one, the difficulty of relationships, the impossibility of know all the way to the other, no matter how close they seem to us, or personality disorders that can lead to a path of no return. This book is quite ambitious in its plot, but which achieves a more than successful with expectations. And, although sometimes can be tiring a bit, does not disappoint at all. Siri Hustvedt has insisted time and again that they do not want to be known as the wife of Paul Auster, but on merit. If we stay in this way, no doubt you would succeed, if not already done so.