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This Strange Eventful History – Claire Messud

This Strange Eventful History – Claire Messud

I have read The Women Upstairs and The emperor’s Children – I enjoyed the former more than the latter, but was keen to give this one a go. And then it was nominated for the Booker Prize (but didn’t make the shortlist), which was my project this year.

Here’s the blurb …

An immersive, masterful story of a family born on the wrong side of history, from one of our finest contemporary novelists.

Over seven decades, from 1940 to 2010, the pieds-noirs Cassars live in an itinerant state—separated in the chaos of World War II, running from a complicated colonial homeland, and, after Algerian independence, without a homeland at all. This Strange Eventful History, told with historical sweep, is above all a family story: of patriarch Gaston and his wife Lucienne, whose myth of perfect love sustains them and stifles their children; of François and Denise, devoted siblings connected by their family’s strangeness; of François’s union with Barbara, a woman so culturally different they can barely comprehend one another; of Chloe, the result of that union, who believes that telling these buried stories will bring them all peace.

First, I knew nothing about Algeria (I knew it had been a French colony, but nothing about its independence). It sounds like a beautiful place, although I suspect it’s a bit troubled now as many former colonies are. This is a story about Gaston and Lucienne, their children and their grandchildren. It’s about life, love and family. It’s based on the author’s own family.

A few bits I highlighted

I know also that everything is connected, the constellations of our lives moving together in harmony and disharmony.

A story is not a line; it is a richer thing, one that circles and eddies, rises and falls, repeats upon itself.

We were on the one hand interchangeable and on the other each our selves.

[…] we had agency over only some small aspects of our stories

This strange eventful history that made a life. Not good or bad – rather, both good and bad – but that was not the point. Above all, they had been, for so long, wildly curious. Just to see, to experience all that they could, to set foot anywhere, to speak to anyone, taste anything, to learn, to know.

The writing is beautiful, I can see why it was nominated.

A review.

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The Emperor’s Children – Claire Messud

The Emperor's Children - Claire Messud

The Emperor’s Children – Claire Messud

As I read The Women Upstairs and really enjoyed it, I was keen to get hold of anything else by Messud. I booked this one from my local library – I do like being able to book things online. It was a large print edition, which might have affected my opinion, the pages were thin and tended to stick together and it wasn’t a particularly enjoyable reading experience.

Here is the blurb …

From a writer “of near-miraculous perfection” (The New York Times Book Review) and “a literary intelligence far surpassing most other writers of her generation” (San Francisco Chronicle), The Emperor’s Children is a dazzling, masterful novel about the intersections in the lives of three friends, now on the cusp of their thirties, making their way—and not—in New York City. There is beautiful, sophisticated Marina Thwaite—an “It” girl finishing her first book; the daughter of Murray Thwaite, celebrated intellectual and journalist—and her two closest friends from Brown, Danielle, a quietly appealing television producer, and Julius, a cash-strapped freelance critic. The delicious complications that arise among them become dangerous when Murray’s nephew, Frederick “Bootie” Tubb, an idealistic college dropout determined to make his mark, comes to town. As the skies darken, it is Bootie’s unexpected decisions—and their stunning, heartbreaking outcome—that will change each of their lives forever.  A richly drawn, brilliantly observed novel of fate and fortune—of innocence and experience, seduction and self-invention; of ambition, including literary ambition; of glamour, disaster, and promise—The Emperor’s Children is a tour de force that brings to life a city, a generation, and the way we live in this moment.

As you can tell from above, I wasn’t as taken with this novel as The Women Upstairs. This was much longer plus it wasn’t as universal – three sophisticated New Yorkers pre and post 9/11 who spent way too much time thinking about themselves. So I didn’t like the characters and the plot was slow moving, but the writing was fabulous. I never once felt like I was reading a novel – the characters, the action and the setting were all plausible. I did struggle to get to the end because, frankly, I didn’t really care what happened to anyone (except Danielle).

More reviews …

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2006/sep/09/featuresreviews.guardianreview18

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/07/AR2006090701164.html

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