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B : snappy but sappy See our review for fuller assessment.
From the Reviews: - Return to top of the page - The complete review's Review: Life, Only Better is a diptych, two novellas (or very long stories) covering similar ground, each featuring a character in their mid-twenties who is in a rut and suddenly turns things around. Their situations aren't the same, but the real basics are -- as summed up by Yann in the second piece: The thing is, I don't know where I am in my life. And I don't mean in life, I mean in my life. My age, my purposeless youth, my degree that impresses no one, my bullshit job.Mathilde features Mathilde Salmon, twenty-four years old and still on the books at university (mainly for the student discounts) but having abandoned her art history studies. Her brother-in-law runs a web-design company and pays her too much -- to leave fake comments and reviews at sites, under countless different pseudonyms -- for her to quit this cushy and easy (if slightly unsavory) job. She parties and sleeps around a lot, drinking herself silly and hooking up, but is without any sort of meaningful relationships. One afternoon she loses her handbag -- and the ten thousand euros her flatmates entrusted her with -- and she doesn't know what to do. Mathilde doesn't face too much of a dilemma, at least not for too long: someone found the bag and returns it to her -- complete with all the cash. Problem solved, and life can go on as always -- empty and unsatisfying though it was and is ..... . Except that the man who returned the bag, a cook named Jean-Baptiste, whom she initially finds off-putting actually makes quite an impression on her. When he returns the bag Jean-Baptiste has a briefcase with him too, secured to a belt loop with a chain: as he explains to Mathilde: "if you really care about something in life, do whatever you can not to lose it". Are the two fated to be together ? Do -- or will -- they care so much they'll do anything not to lose each other ? Well, at first it certainly doesn't seem so. As in a (weak) comedy of errors, they fail to (re)connect. Eventually Mathilde realizes that, aside from everything else in the bag -- her ID, her stash of cash -- Jean-Baptiste also found and apparently read a letter from a former lover of hers, a writer, and suddenly she sees everything in a different light, and feels a greater, even obsessive sense of urgency. How far will she go to track down Jean-Baptiste ? Pretty far. Is her quest a hopeless one ? Please ! with Anna Gavalda at the helm, you know exactly where this is headed. The second story, Yann, is narrated by the twenty-six-year-old Yann Carcarec who has a worthless degree and has had sleepless nights since childhood as he has been made to feel more and more guilty about contributing, with every movement he makes, it would seem, to everything from global warming to the destruction of nature. He has the modern, rich, industrial nation white man's (or man-child's) guilt, ashamed of: "having been born white, greedy, lazy, a colonizer, an informer, and an accomplice". Yann is a demonstrator -- but not against the system or anything like that; no, he's: [A] demonstrator of little Korean robots designed for domestic, recreational, and household use by domestic, recreational and household classes.Needless to say, it's not his dream-job. He does have a girlfriend, Mélanie, but she's out of town; their romance isn't exactly burning bright anyway, with Yann pretty sure he's kind of a disappointment to her ("I'm pretty sure she thinks I spend my days playing around with gadgets") while he isn't too thrilled about many aspects of their relationship. Yann's life-change comes when he runs into the neighbors -- or rather their armoire, blocking the stairs. He's seen the wife and kids before -- and his girlfriend has grumbled about them -- but this is the first time Yann has encountered the whole family together, or met the gregarious father. One thing leads to another and he winds up spending the evening at their place, enjoying dinner, too much wine, and, above all else, their company. Here Yann finds an example of life at its best and happiest, and he's completely won over by their attitudes; it just takes one night and he's ready to upend his life and embrace an entirely new one (sans Mélanie, of course). If not the exact destination, it's nevertheless always clear where both Mathilde and Yann's stories (and lives) are headed, with Gavalda quickly and easily transitioning them from humdrum, no-hope life to the embrace of something radically different full of promise (wisely then left unexplored, though of course she suggests a lifetime of happiness ahead). (Interestingly, among the common elements in her recipe for personal success is abandonment of the metropolis: happiness is apparently not to be found in the too-big city, at least not by these two.) If these are all-too-predictably sappy tales, they're nevertheless spirited, and if not exactly sharp they're at least inspired in detail and voice. Both stories are narrated in the first-person, save the final stretch of Mathilde (most of which nevertheless closely follows Mathilde's ongoing adventures), and if the voices aren't always convincingly twenty-something there's no denying that Gavalda has a knack for condensing and conveying experience and feeling sharply, pointedly, and effectively. Her characters are deeply -- almost painfully -- introspective, but the writing remains light, almost flighty: as in real life, her characters' thoughts flit about rather than manage to dwell on a topic for too long. Gavalda doesn't go for the elaborate sentence (or argument or thought); her style is quick and clipped, zipping right along. You can almost skim the story, and still get the full gist and experience -- as Mathilde explains and admits: I'm going to finish out this story. I'm warning you, though: you can push fast-forward a few times. You won't miss muchBut the stories themselves read like they are already on fast-forward ..... Gavalda also nicely changes up tone and approach -- and speed, slowing down and then accelerating again. She goes on at proper lengths at times, and then elsewhere cuts things down to size again: I look at my glass. How many swallows left ? Three ? Four ?This isn't good writing -- it's hard not to roll your eyes in places -- but it is accomplished; Gavalda is a pro, and she knows what she's doing, and she does it well. It's the voice(s) that sustain these shallow (but pretend-profound) stories, and these she handles very, very well: they're nothing like a monotone, while she also avoids making too much of the characters, not giving them depths that wouldn't be believable. It's not that the voices are authentic, either -- Gavalda's presentation is much too smooth and polished, expert even, for that -- but the overall picture is convincing. And the voices are thoroughly engaging, which is what pulls the reader through. It's hard to recommend Life, Only Better (or indeed anything by Gavalda) and yet one can understand the popularity of her writing. It is an interesting reading experience, in any case. - M.A.Orthofer, 26 November 2015 - Return to top of the page - Life, Only Better:
- Return to top of the page - French author Anna Gavalda was born in 1970. She has written several immensely popular works of fiction. - Return to top of the page -
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