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A- : very nicely done (representative-)character portrait See our review for fuller assessment.
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The Sundays of Jean Dézert opens: "Let us call this young man Jean Dézert".
He is meant to be a sort of everyman, representative of a type, lost and interchangeable (as even he comes to recognize) in the modern-day urban crowd.
He is unambitious, a man of routine living a fairly simple life, a cog in the bureaucratic machine, in an undemanding position where his presence hardly matters or is noticed (when his boss asks him for something, a colleague observes that it's not anything he really needed: "He just came in to check you were still here").
Dézert: "has never once gone on a long journey in his dreams" -- much less in real life -- and he: "has resigned himself to his lot".
Conscious of my vague role, I take another breath,They aren't even self-pitying words, but rather reflect the reality that he accepts with a shrug of the shoulders. He has no grand dreams or ambitions, and lives a compartmentalized life. So also: Imagination is for outside office hours, especially on Sundays. Sundays are when Jean Dézert's life unfolds.And yet it only unfolds so far. Still, he's open to suggestion, and one Saturday night decides he'll spend his Sunday following the advice he finds on the leaflets he's collected, handed out on the street by various: "diminished, generous, and badly dressed old men" -- recommending services, ways of life, and lectures. It makes for a tour of curiosities, cranks, and mild disappointments -- including a bath, a shave, a vegetarian meal, a session with a clairvoyant, a lecture on sexual hygiene. None of it really sticks -- it's all something different, certainly, and yet more of the same, the mildest of adventures in an unadventurous life. La Ville de Mirmont does then shake his character's life up a bit: "It was imperative that Jean Dézert made the acquaintance of Elvire Barrochet". And, yes, Dézert meets a woman -- a carefree girl, actually, just seventeen, ten years his junior -- and flirts a little and gives her his card, and young Elvire follows up, seduced by the idea of a little adventure and her own safe (because she understands Dézert is not a threat) audacity. They get along in their way, each quite unsure of what it all means but playing along happily enough and soon even engaged. Dézert is willing to go down this path, whatever it may be -- and fatalistic enough then to accept where it unsurprisingly eventually leads, Elvire eventually coming to her senses. He acts out in reaction, but in predictable ways, perfectly described by La Ville de Mirmont, who has Dézert go through all the motions, right up to the (melo)dramatic ultimate one -- which then resolves itself as it must with a man such as Dézert. La Ville de Mirmont does not present his character as pitiful or his fate as particularly poignant; Dézert is simply what and as he is -- which is also: like so many others. The Sundays of Jean Dézert isn't coldly matter-of-fact -- the tone is sympathetic, if not warm -- but suggests a cosmopolitan world of souls who, if not entirely empty, drift calmly and boringly in their simple routines, resigned more than anything else but not wallowing in much self-pity. A neat little novel and character study, and a deceptively rich little tale. - M.A.Orthofer, 25 June 2019 - Return to top of the page - The Sundays of Jean Dézert:
- Return to top of the page - French author Jean de La Ville de Mirmont lived 1886 to 1914. - Return to top of the page -
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