Here is yet another impressionistic, emotional book by Modiano that captures the "state of solitude and confusion" with which many readers can identify. Highly recommended for all libraries. ( )

The narrator only known as Jean D., and even that is revealed late in the story, dredges up memories of people and events from his past by going through old address and notebooks. “Paris is littered with ghosts” to him. Several of the ghosts are women he has known.

Jean D. claims to be reluctant to document geographic details relating to vaguely criminal acts that occurred fifty years earlier “between the ages of seventeen and twenty-two” but then later can’t help himself and goes into detail concerning one specific criminal act.

As with many of Patrick Modiano’s narrators he looks up old addresses and people and even surveils their blocks and homes, hoping for a glimpse of a person he hasn’t seen in years. “I’m trying to solve the mysteries of Paris,” is how he explains it to himself.

Jean D. seems to believe, and perhaps Modiano does too, that there is as much going on under the surface of our perceptions as there is in what we perceive – maybe more. Through this expression he makes the reader aware of the same possibility. ( )

Patrick Modiano se promène dans les rues de Paris, Il se rappelle, il rencontre, il retrouve des notes, des papiers et des carnets, des personnes, des événements…

C’est long, il ne se passe rien, juste quelques souvenirs, parfois violents, mais aux teintes pastel du passé ( )

Another brilliant novel by Patrick Modiano. It can be read in a couple of hours. Retracing steps, time readjusting memories, a mysterious death, strange encounters with women in cafes, bars and at parties, Paris, one's own past life - what if we had done things differently. Modiano suspends us all in time. ( )

Entre novel·la i memòries, el premi Nobel francès ens guia pel seu univers a través de les seves amants.
Jean (l’etern narrador dels llibres de Modiano, alter ego d’ell mateix) evoca una sèrie de dones del seu passat, sense una connexió aparent entre elles, si no és potser que la manera de recordar-les les fa semblar
a totes «cossos ofegats que de sobte pugen a la superfície del present». Records que condensen tota la matèria literària de Modiano, repetits i sempre renovats de llibre en llibre, encarnats en cares, noms i
llocs que a Records dorments ens arriben amb l’eco llunyà i fragmentat dels somnis. Aquest és un llibre molt curt i molt el·líptic, ple de secrets i de coses callades, que al mateix temps condensa l’essència del gest poètic de Modiano, despullat de tota nostàlgia però altament colpidor