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B+ : atmospheric; typical See our review for fuller assessment.
From the Reviews: - Return to top of the page - The complete review's Review: So You Don't Get Lost in the Neighborhood features Jean Daragane, nudged towards a reëxamination of pieces of his long-past by a chance series of circumstances. As is typical in a Modiano-novel: Here, everything had happened gently, a lost address book, voices on the telephone, a meeting in a café ... Yes it had all the lightness of a dream.The address book Daragane lost contained a name that he had also used in his first novel, Guy Torstel; the slightly threatening and/or desperate person who found the address book recognized the name and made connections that Daragane had long forgotten (or put out of his mind) and is looking for more information. Daragane's (and, often, Modiano's) attitude towards the past is summed up by a cardboard suitcase he has, the contents of which he isn't even entirely sure of: He had not opened the suitcase for ten years. He could not part with it, but he was nevertheless relieved to have lost the key.The possible keys to parts of his past are forced into the lock by the events surrounding the loss and then return of his address book. The isolated author, who barely is in contact with anyone in any case, hardly seems in need of an address book (and can easily do without it when he loses it); the name and entry in question is also an old one -- the still-seven-digit-phone number: "must date back at least thirty years ..." -- and, as it turns out belong to someone Daragane knew only fleetingly and its inclusion seems not to have been made with any intention of ever coming into closer contact with the man. But every record has meaning, every act of recording significance. So also Daragane's first book, for example: He had written this book only in the hope that she might get in touch with him. Writing a book, for him, was also a way of beaming a searchlight or sending out coded signals to certain people with whom he had lost touch. It was enough to scatter their names at random through the pages and wait until they finally produced news of themselves.In the case of Torstel's name, popping up once in the debut Daragane hardly remembers as well as the much more personal document that is the address book, the signal is seen, and responded to, by someone entirely different, who nudges Daragane back onto a path into this murky past. Modiano's books often feature protagonists looking far, far back, as events can only be pieced together years and decades after they happened; here, too, for example: "Daragne would have to wait for over forty years to learn another detail of this affair". And, like many of Modiano's protagonists, Daragane is leery of coming too close to the past: he returns to a place from his childhood, for example, yet avoids too direct contact (visiting the actual house he roamed) or revealing his identity to the man he asks about those times (and who suggests that the boy from those days -- Daragane himself -- would be the best source for further information). The past, and many who were -- or should have been -- close to him remain shrouded: We discover, often too late to talk to them about it, an episode from their life that a loved one has concealed from you. Has he really hidden it from you ? He has forgotten, or more likely, over time, he no longer thinks about it. Or, quite simply, he can't find the words.So also the feel to this and many of Modiano's novels, full of a cautious flailing for memory and for words. The novel opens: Almost nothing. Like an insect bite that initially strikes you as very slight.Some twenty pages later he expands on this: These words had travelled a long way. An insect bite, very slight to begin with, and it causes you an increasingly sharp pain, and very soob a feeling of being torn apart. The present and past merge together, and that seems quite natural because they were only separated by a cellophane partition. An insect bite was all it too to pierce the cellophane.So You Don't Get Lost in the Neighborhood -- the title yet another documetary scrap from the past -- is like that insect bite, too, as Modiano pulls the reader into this merged world and Daragane's struggles with present and past, seeming almost negligible in the beginning and then flaring into something much darker and deeper. Daragane tries to hold many of his memories and feelings at bay -- unable to keep them completely from grabbing some hold of him (and, presumably, threatening to pull him under) but warily, carefully trying to manage and deal with them: it's slow going for him, some of the time ("he realised it had taken him fifteen years to cross the street"). It makes for a sometimes difficult journey for the reader, led along through this fog of hazy and carefully addressed memory, and there's a cryptic feel to it all, but the overall effect is powerful. So You Don't Get Lost in the Neighborhood is probably not an ideal starting-point into the Modiano-œuvre, but it is certainly a station to eventually get to. - M.A.Orthofer, 9 November 2015 - Return to top of the page - So You Don't Get Lost in the Neighborhood:
- Return to top of the page - French author Patrick Modiano was born in 1945. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2014. - Return to top of the page -
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