The winner of the
2014 Nobel Prize in Literature is French author, Patrick Modiano, but to us in
the west, an obscure writer who has written 17 books and won every major
literary prize in France. When the Nobel
was announced, I rushed to get a copy of one of his novels, and found only one
available in English: Honeymoon. Since then, several more have surfaced, and I
plan on reading those as soon as possible.
Honeymoon is a peculiar novel, intriguing, nonetheless. It tells the story of Jean
B., a documentary film maker who pretends to fly to Rio, but he actually returns
to his apartment in suburban Paris. His
intent is to imagine the lives of two people he had met 20 years before while
evading the French police and Nazis in Vichy France. Jean is alone, and he begins to travel with
Ingrid, a Danish woman and Rigaud, a French national. His intentions quickly evolve into an
obsession.
Modiano’s prose is
plain and simple, but his story-telling ability more than compensates for any
perceived or misperceived simplicity in his writing. The story became so real, I was sometimes
startled by tidbits in the story which reminded me I was not in the France of
World War II.
Jean B. seeks
solitude to unravel the puzzle of the lives of Ingrid and Rigaud. Modiano writes, “I was lying on the mattress,
staring at the sky and the top of the pines.
I could hear shouts coming from the swimming pool, down below, and the
sound of people diving. Above me,
between the branches, the play of sun and shade. I let myself sink into a delightful
torpor. Remembering it now, it seems to
me that that was one of the rare moments in my life when I experienced a sense
of well-being that I could even call Happiness.
In that semi-somnolent state, occasionally interrupted by a shaft of
sunlight piercing the shade of the pines and dazzling me, I considered it
perfectly natural that they had taken me home with them, as if we had known
each other for a long time. In any case,
I had no choice. I’d just have to wait and
see how things go” (19).
The young Jean B.
apparently had a crush on Ingrid, and now, he tries to reassemble her life from
fragments of his memory and off-hand remarks she made during their
travels. While in Paris, he makes two
discoveries. The first is a suicide in a
Milan hotel he registered in, and the second is a list of seven people living
in and around Paris with the surname, Rigaud.
He must decide what to do with this information, while concealing his
location from family, friends, and co-workers – some of whom awaited his
arrival in Rio de Janeiro.
While Patrick Modiano
uses sparse language – approaching, but not quite reaching the sparseness of
Hemingway – this story is thoroughly enjoyable, with just a dash of
suspense. Honeymoon is one of his more popular novels, but I await a delivery
from Amazon to discover more treasures by this writer who has escaped my
attention. Thanks, Nobel Committee! 5 stars.
--Chiron, 11/28/14
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