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B : a fairly typical Toussaint-tale See our review for fuller assessment.
From the Reviews: - Return to top of the page - The complete review's Review: There are book-beginnings that grab a reader's attention, promising or suggesting adventure, excitement, revelation. And then there's the way Jean-Philippe Toussaint begins Camera, which is about as anti-climactic and anticipation-thwarting as is conceivable: It was at about the same time in my life, a calm life in which ordinarily nothing happened, that two events coincided, events that, taken separately, were hardly of any interest, and that, considered together, were unfortunately not connected in any way.Yes, there's a flicker of hope here -- two things happen in the life of a guy in whose life nothing ever happens ! that's got to be exciting ! -- but he dampens any possible enthusiasm: the events can hardly be of interest, and they're not even connected (i.e. just random). No, what readers are treated to is more of the same -- the narrator's calm life. True, he mixes it up -- he goes on several trips, for example (Toussaint's protagonists almost invariably travel abroad, not that they find what they're looking for there) -- but Camera is another of Toussaint's novels of wandering through life in an almost random and largely uneventful pattern. The story here begins when the narrator wants to sign up for driving lessons. He doesn't seem very serious about it -- and it turns out he'd already once had a go at it, but not seen it through -- but filling out the forms and collecting the required information, including getting a passport photo, is something that keeps him semi-occupied. Not fully occupied -- he doesn't actually try to do most of this very efficiently -- but something to sort of fall back on, where he can tell himself, 'Oh, right, I still have those forms to fill out'. Pascale, the woman at the driving school, doesn't seem too ends-oriented either, and accepts his behaviour at face value. A relationship of sorts develops, as he drifts into being part of her world, dealing with her son and father, for example, and then going on a trip to London with her. It can be a bit overwhelming: I dozed in the backseat thinking about the fact that the reality with which I was grappling, far from showing the slightest signs of wearing out , seemed to have little by little hardened all around me and, finding myself henceforth incapable of extracting myself from this stone reality that was enclosing me on all sides, I presently viewed my impetus as a surge of releasing forces forever imprisoned in stone.Supposedly 'grappling' as he dozes, the narrator wouldn't seem to have much hope, but Toussaint gives him something of a chance with the camera of the title (and the unexposed pictures in it), which he finds on the ferry ride back across the Channel. Even as he again seems to fall into events rather than taking charge -- though he does rather impulsively take the camera, before starting to worry about the consequences -- and even as this too is rather random, it is more of an 'event' in his life than most, and comes with its own surprises. Toussaint's protagonists excel in empty activity; they go through everyday-life's motions, often appearing at least in some way busy and active (and they travel abroad !), yet they're just spinning their wheels, going almost nowhere. The narrator here savours a moment, for example: I grabbed a couple of chips and brought them to my mouth. There was no reason for bringing this entelechy to an end too hastily.Life is like a movie: sit back and relax and take in the show. Yet with the nuanced passivity of his protagonists -- they're not merely thought-creatures (far from it, in fact) -- Toussaint offers an interesting and generally more appealing variation on the genre. Subtler than most of his other work, and not quite as obviously funny, Camera is still a solid little novella. - Return to top of the page - Camera:
- Return to top of the page - Jean-Philippe Toussaint was born in Brussels in 1957. - Return to top of the page -
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