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B+ : small, well-told tale of a small man See our review for fuller assessment.
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Victor Bâton lives off a small invalid pension as a young war veteran.
He has high hopes but little ambition, he's restless but not driven, and when opportunity arises he shies away from it or ruins it by being overzealous.
I am poor, without friends, without luggage.There's a sameness to his life, as he approaches each day with that small glimmer of hope: Whenever I leave my house, I expect something to happen which will change my whole life. I wait for it until I go home again. That is why I never stay in my room.My Friends describes some of the connexions he has made, people he has met and with whom he has established some kind of relationship -- only for it to have almost immediately collapsed. "I am looking for a friend", he admits -- while also acknowledging: "I do not think I shall ever find one." He certainly doesn't make it easy on himself, or them. When he finds a lover, he leaves it be at a one-night stand; when a man takes an interest in his welfare and arranges for a job for him he blows it by approaching his benefactor's daughter. Victor is tired of his solitude, but also finds it difficult to escape it. He claims: "For a little affection, I would share everything I possess", but he's also only willing and able to go so far. In fact, he wants a lot in return -- more than just someone: "to whom I could tell all my troubles". His is the self-absorption of the individual removed from the routines of general society. Without the stabilizing routine of family or working life he finds it hard to fit in anywhere. He tries, but he's always an odd man out -- and even if others are willing to adjust, he can't get over that feeling of not really belonging. Bove paints a nice picture of this small man and his aimless life, and it's particularly in the well-placed incidental observations and descriptions, the small asides, that Bove succeeds in conveying Victor's condition so well. An agreeable little novella. - Return to top of the page - My Friends:
- Return to top of the page - French author Emmanuel Bove lived 1898 to 1945. - Return to top of the page -
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