Goodreads has been bothering me to finish this book for over a year, so I am glad to finally get it finished. But I'm also glad because I really liked this.
The reason for the day is actually pretty easy to explain-- this book collects two separate manuscripts, one on Marseille and one on Provence. I read the shorter one, and was lukewarm enough about it to wait a year before diving into the second ms. But the thing is, the longer ms, the one I waited to read, is really great, and also points up some of why Fischer isn't as well-known or -respected as Joan Didion or other women of that shared generation who write memoirs. You see, the problem with non-fiction and the reason I don't write it is that you're stuck with yourself.... and that's not always a person anyone needs to write about.
I think Fischer has an amazing sense of self-- the essay "The Foreigner" speaks of my experience and Fischer's in an incredible way-- what it feels like to be outside the scrum, an outsider, as Gang of Four had it, at home, we're tourists. But it makes for every essay that connects with the existential loneliness in a profound way, there are three whose emotional temp is lukewarm, even when they are interesting. There are, in other words, a half-dozen amazing essays in this collection-- alongside the essay I mentioned, I loved "The Velvet Tunnel""The Outlook Across," and one about feet. But there are lots that really are about Aix, and Aix in '61, which is, understandably a hard sell. The best essays start someplace totally removed from where they end, and accumnulate meanings and and contexts as they develop-- they are models of unself-conscious indirection, maps of a very beautiful mind. And the ending of this manuscript, teased over the course of many essays, almost sells Fischer's need to leave Aix. It's very very close to what it would take to make the whole book hang together.
Really, this is a challenging and wonderful book that I feel is a little too recondite to get the attention it deserves, so that I'd have someone else with whom I could share my appreciation.