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Sto caricando le informazioni... The Margot Affair (originale 2020; edizione 2020)di Sanaë Lemoine
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Iscriviti per consentire a LibraryThing di scoprire se ti piacerà questo libro. Attualmente non vi sono conversazioni su questo libro. The Margot of the title is the teenaged love child of a French actress and a married politician who tires of being her parents' secret and outs the relationship in the press. The novel is full of complicated relationships, all of which become even more difficult because of Margot's impetuous decision. Set in Paris, the book is a love-letter to the City of Lights with vivid descriptions of its neighborhoods and parks, its food and drink, and its traditions and culture. Lemoine writes beautifully and her words draw you into Margot's world. Part coming-of-age story, part family drama, The Margot Affair can be frustrating at times - the pacing is slow and it's not a story where a lot happens but things pick up considerably in part two. I wasn't sure how Lemoine would resolve Margot's predicament but the ending was satisfying and felt true to the characters. Thank you to NetGalley, Hogarth (Penguin Random House) and the author for an advanced copy of the novel in exchange for my unbiased review. Dear Margot Affair, it’s not you...it’s me. I’ve been complaining about angsty young narrator novels where nothing really happens for a while, but I think I have finally hit my limit. There’s nothing particularly wrong with The Margot Affair; in fact, Sanae Lemoine has a knack for capturing small details--eyelashes, fabric, shadows--that evoke a deep sense of place and atmosphere. In this case, it’s Paris, where Margot has always known that her father was married to another woman, but she loves him and cherishes the time he spends with her and her mother, Anouk. Now in her last year of high school, she wants more from him, and tries to figure out how to make that happen. If that sounds like an intriguing plot, it is--but there’s just not enough of it. A large percentage of the novel involves characters remembering stories or telling anecdotes about other people--such as getting caught imitating another girl’s handwriting, or a mother abandoning her children on a train--as a means of illuminating some unknown aspect of their character. Also long, quotation mark-less conversation about these memories, or other seemingly mundane occurrences abound. It’s all quite well done, but just one too many plot-light character-heavy books for me. If you loved Normal People, Exciting Times, Pizza Girl, etc. then add this one to the pile. When you are a teenager you feel you can bend the world the way you want. Margot is 17, the daughter of the French Culture Minister and his mistress. Margot has never envisioned her father’s wife as a real person. But when Margot and her mother spy on her father’s wife, she realizes how real the wife is. Margot decides tell a journalist about their family hoping to jolt her father into action. But does it really help or ruin two people she loves. When Margot is seventeen and preparing for her final exams, her family circumstances make it into the press. Margot lives with her mother, and while her father visits when he can, he has his own family who don't know about his other life. He's also the French Minister of Culture. Margot's mother is an actor and has raised Margot to be self-sufficient, but that lack of nurturing leaves her vulnerable. The novel follows Margot as she struggles to come to terms with and to understand her parents and herself, just as journalists are eager to hear from her. There are shades of Mitterrand's secret daughter, but this was clearly just a jumping off point for Lemoine's novel, which is less about the press attention than it is about Margot struggling with her feelings about her odd family and, perhaps because this is a French novel, the things I expected to find in it were absent. Margot's story is far more interesting and nuanced than I'd expected. nessuna recensione | aggiungi una recensione
""There were so many of us, children of these double families who dreamed of the other side. That night, I fantasized about the separate spheres of our lives colliding..." Introspective and headstrong, and fueled by an intensity she can't name, Margot Louve has lived as her parents' secret. For seventeen years, her father - an influential French politician with presidential ambitions - has led a double life, his only contact with Margot and her mother in moments stolen from his wife and his official duties. Margot's mother, Anouk - a charismatic and prominent stage actress - constructs a private, shimmering world of secrecy around their hidden family in their tiny Parisian apartment on the Left Bank. It is a carefully constructed house of cards that Margot decides fatefully to tumble when one evening, at the opening night of one of her mother's plays, she meets the man who will set her plan in motion: the powerful and well-regarded journalist David Perrin. The next day, the front pages of the morning papers are emblazoned with news of the affair, and Margot finds herself drawn into another marriage - that of David and his beguiling wife Brigitte, each of whom want more from her than she is willing to give up. In just one stunning revelation, Margot discovers how her impulsive decision will change the contours of everyone's life around her in ways she could never have imagined. In this simmering debut, Sanaë Lemoine exposes the seams between private and public faces, truth and deceit, love and persuasion. Insightful and moving, woven in sensuous prose, The Margot Affair explores razor-sharp turns between women - from the bone-deep bond between mothers and daughters to the devotion and betrayal of friendship - and the dangers of pushing beyond the boundaries of a life lived in the shadows"-- Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Margot was like what a 16 year old thinks she appears to be in her best moments. She is intellectual, worldly (despite never having left France as far as I can tell) able to trade witticisms based in philosophy, drama, literature, art and science with journalists, actors, and academics. She is possessed of that enviable sangfroid unique to Parisians. Though Margot is just 16 she is completely unaffected when a boy she has just fucked in back room at a party pretends he does not know who she is and only slightly rattled when a completely crazy adult threatens the foundations of her existence. I don't know that girl. I know the girl who wants to be that girl, but I don't actually know that girl. That sangfroid is inherited from her mother who is balancing life as a stage actress and as a single parent by ignoring her child about 90% of the time and then dramatically making it clear that this apparent abdication of duty was all a grand plan to create a brilliant and independent woman. You're welcome. I don't know this woman. The aforementioned crazy lady and her husband, I don't know them either -- no yes I do, they were in Diary of a Mad Housewife.
Lemoine writes evocative food and great Paris and pretty decent passionless sex but she doesn't write realistic people. I love many books with characters who are nothing like me, Nathan Zuckerman (various Philip Roth), Ifemelu (Americanah), Lizzy Bennet, Gogol (The Namesake), Jay Gatsby, Pip, Antonia (My Antonia), Anne Shirley (of Green Gables), I could go on and on -- they are nothing like me, but there is some shared spark of humanity that connects me to these people with very different stories from my own. There was no spark here. Even the mean characters in books come to be like frends for a bit, Sometimes they are friends you don't like, but we all have friends we don't like. But here, sadly, I felt pas d'amitié. There is just nothing recognizable to latch onto in any of these people. ( )