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C : achingly saccharine stuff, artificial and cloying See our review for fuller assessment.
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The Most Beautiful Book in the World is billed as a collection of Eight Novellas despite covering a mere 184 pages, but these short stories do have novella-ambitions: they're life-summarizing pieces (even if most of that summary comes in a single encounter or relatively brief episode), often having to do with events from long ago.
Typical for Schmitt's laziness is that he kills off a pivotal character in most of the stories -- to get to and make his point as emphatically as possible -- and, indeed, as much as anything these stories are reflections on mortality and lives well lived.
She passed her values on to me, and that, more than any precious Picasso, is without a doubt her greatest gift.Sigh. Oh, it's all well-intentioned and whatnot (yes, Schmitt seems sincere enough), and Schmitt is a competent writer, with these stories surely shaped just as he wants them to be -- but so much of it is just patronizing gush, often close to nauseating. Schmitt populates his stories with mediocre artists, both popular and failed, and it's as if he wants to prove with his own offerings that it is intentions that matter, not art. These fables are so weighed down by their morals that they are almost all deadly leaden, even where they are decently crafted. Even the title story -- presented as based on fact --, which, despite being simplistic, should be truly moving, is almost insultingly manipulative in Schmitt's presentation. Schlock fiction that feels straight out of old editions of Reader's Digest, the (would-be) heartstring-tugging stories in The Most Beautiful Book in the World suffer for their compactness, Schmitt in such a rush to cram his lessons in that what he leaves the reader with is a cake entirely out of (bleached) sugar. Arguably successful on its own (very dubious) terms, this may be to some readers' tastes -- his unrefined everywoman 'Odette Toulemonde' with her tell-tale name (which served as the title of the original French collection), Schmitt would surely argue -- but, despite admiring his talent and some of his other work, I found this collection near-unbearable. - M.A.Orthofer, 18 June 2010 - Return to top of the page - The Most Beautiful Book in the World:
- Return to top of the page - French playwright and author Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt was born in 1960. - Return to top of the page -
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