A intricately woven tapestry of a confused, lonely, nearsighted young man grieving over the recent deaths of his father and grandfather follows his metamorphosis from adolescence into adulthood along with his friends, Theo and Gyf, one who is naive and the other who dreams of capturing life with a camera.
Jean Rouaud (born December 13, 1952) is a French author, who was born in Campbon, Loire-Atlantique. In 1990 his novel Fields of Glory (French: Les Champs d'honneur) won the Prix Goncourt. First believed to be the first book in a trilogy, Fields of Glory turned out to be the first book in a series of five books on the family history of the author. In 2009 he published the novel La femme promise.
If I should write something positive on the back cover of this novel I wouldn't know what to write. Perhaps a quote by some critic who has liked this for one reason or another. Or mention that the writer is famous because has written something good earlier... Both were used in the Finnish edition.
Probably it's safe to say that this is artistic, or modern. But interesting - I would not say that.
Obviously the novel is autobiographical. But if one has had a not-so-interesting youth in a boarding school it's difficult to write an interesting story about it. And if one doesn't have an interesting story why write it in the first place?
The beginning was a bit like "A Catcher on a Football Field" but quite uninspiringly; flat is flat even though you try to make it funny with nearsightedness. It wasn't funny enough.
I suspect Rouaud can write. But based on this I wasn't convinced.
En la novela el autor narra su propia historia con un humor sutil, creativo y a la vez melancólico.Se asume como un joven solitario, soñador, tímido y miope. Amante del fútbol y de la escritura. Relata su paso por un colegio internado estrictamente religioso y posteriormente parte de su vida universitaria. Sus vínculos más cercanos y sus primeros amores. Es un libro divertido, para pasar el rato.
Didn't measure up to his previous work. limited scope, exasperating vocabulary. in the vein of purple prose. there is some humor and pathos that made it interesting, but of was a bit of a slog.
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Early on I was reminded of WG Sebald as I read Rouaud, probably first in Fields of Glory, though Rouaud is more "focused"/limited in scope (and funnier). I'm not sure exactly when the thought occurred to me--if it was during my reading of Of Illustrious Men, or only early in the this title, the third in the "trilogy"--Rouaud was reminding me not just of Sebald, a kind of high seriousness, but also of Gordon Lish, a kind of garrulousness that arced toward humor, but was more an affect of a sort of roundabout way of zeroing in on his topic. Strange "parents," Sebald and Lish, but I think the metaphor is valid. This is the most focused, in character, of Rouaud's trilogy--keyed in as it is to the narrator's adolescence and young adulthood--but in approach is more like Fields than Illustrious, jumping around in time and setting and daring the reader to get lost.
Nachtrag 26/12/2020 - Was hängengeblieben ist: der letzte Band der Trilogie des Autors, der dessen eigene Jugend thematisiert. Gut, ich habe die ersten beiden Bände nicht gelesen, habe aber dennoch den Eindruck, dass dieser der schwächste ist, vielleicht auch einfach nur, weil es wie auch immer geartete Jugenderinnerungen wie Sand am Meer gibt. Stilistisch jedoch fand ich den Roman sehr ausgefeilt, und so werde ich bei Gelegenheit noch mehr von Rouaud lesen.