As readers of this blog may have noted, I
have read most of Patrick Modiano’s novels and continue reading as new (or old,
actually) ones find their way into English translation and library shelves.
Started reading his 1975 novel, Villa Triste, which in some ways is unique in
his oevre. For one thing, he sets the novel in the Haute-Savoie province, on
the shore of Lake Lemans (?), which is part of the French-Swiss border; his
other novels may include some excursions but they are generally set in Paris or
in the Paris suburbs (though the Swiss border is always an alluring prospect,
especially in Missing Person, as the characters look to Switzerland as a
possible refuge during the Nazi Occupation). Second, it’s not set during the
Occuation at all, and barely even references that era; rather it’s set in the
near present (the early 1970s), with the narrator visiting this once-famous,
now decrepit resort on the lake and recollecting his time spent there as an
18-year-old, in 1960. Yes, as in many other Modiano novels the narrator wanted
to be near the Swiss border to escape a war, but in this instance it’s the
Algerian wars (I assume there must have been a draft or call-up that he was
hoping to avoid). In no other Modiano novel I’ve read so far is the narrator as
cool and suave as figure as in this one; somehow, he’s able to support himself
and live alone in this resort town – we have no idea (halfway through) – about
his source of income, about his family (he notes that his father vanished, at
least from his life, during his early childhood – this is one of the few echoes
of other Modiano novels, w/ the father seemingly and mysteriously engaged in
underworld activities), or about his schooling (he’s 18 and not in school and
not even thinking about an education). The narrator falls in with a beautiful
young woman, Yvette, about his age but much more sophisticated, and her friend,
at 27-year-old homosexual and roue. They are apparently involved in a movie,
soon to go through final editing and distribution, and so the introduce the
narrator to a much more sophisticated life of Gatsby-like parties, elaborate
hotel suites, etc. As the novel begins w/ us looking back from a 15-year
vantage, we know that this phase of his life, like the faded casino and resort,
came to nothing but ruin – we don’t yet know why or how. As in all of his other
works, Modiano, like the great German writer, Sebald, establishes a mood of
darkness, obliteration, and the sense of lost time.
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