"There's nothing to match curling up with a good book

when there's a repair job to be done

around the house."

Joe Ryan

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Thursday

Isabelle Jarry, "J'ai nom sans bruit"

That's a really beautiful novel...written in a powerful way, with watery words, simple and deep, poetic and strong like poems of the 15th century, these poems Marie loves...
Marie was a poet, but her love is dead and she's out of money, out of home, out of child...For months she lives in the streets of Paris...

That novels criticizes a society in which creativity is in danger, in which hope dwindles...people get transparent...Marie dedicated her life to art and refused the tyranny of money. She would rather be poor and live whithout comfort than lose her soul...
After several months in the streets, she leaves Paris for a small house in the countryside...There she tries to survive, waiting for her daughter Nisa to come back...
She survives, but she gradually loses her treasure, her wealth, her extraordinary fortune, she loses words...she can no longer write and soon she can no longer communicate with people...She can only remember some of these poems she learnt, poems from François Villon for instance, written in that beautiful old French ...

But one day she finds the strength to go back to Paris and to fetch her five years old daughter...Nisa is back...Life will come back...Marie is saved...

3 comments:

Leslie Shelor said...

This sounds like a wonderful story!

tammy vitale said...

Oh - I have been away too long! You have not one but two posts that are new. Love this new story - sounds very intriguing.

I don't know if Old Woman/Mousie does tags, but I have tagged Mousie over on my blog today, April 15.

Anonymous said...

Muse-anne
write-
and no one should speak more from experience about the old woman than this Isabelle, so struggling for being young once more