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gareth_beniston 's review for:
Playboy
by Constance Debré
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
The directness is unusual, the short sentences propulsive so you have to force yourself to slow down. The project - would Debre see it as a project - of smashing, problematising, destabilizing, dismantling bourgeois life - it's deep assumptions and connections - especially the family, is one I'm totally into but how far must you/we dispense with kindness? White lies? Lies that save people's feelings?
Genuine questions.
Debre does it with a truthfulness that is at times (often) disconcerting. And the trouble is... aren't we more used to provocateurs? And so parsing such brutality for it's sincerity is difficult.
Does she secretly (or not so secretly) want to be liked? Is there a filter? And if so what is it and what does it allow through? She is kind (?) about her sister for instance. She is open about her class background and tbf it doesn't make her any more sympathetic.
She has a disdain that is cruel. Isn't there a difference between uncovering, exposing hypocrisy (and our own selfish desires and hatred) and a callousness that feels fascistic? Feels more like Ernaux than say, Cusk. Also, I think Ernaux has said she dislikes the term auto fiction. I wonder what Debré thinks? Research.
Colour me fascinated. I'm gonna read the other two.
Genuine questions.
Debre does it with a truthfulness that is at times (often) disconcerting. And the trouble is... aren't we more used to provocateurs? And so parsing such brutality for it's sincerity is difficult.
Does she secretly (or not so secretly) want to be liked? Is there a filter? And if so what is it and what does it allow through? She is kind (?) about her sister for instance. She is open about her class background and tbf it doesn't make her any more sympathetic.
She has a disdain that is cruel. Isn't there a difference between uncovering, exposing hypocrisy (and our own selfish desires and hatred) and a callousness that feels fascistic? Feels more like Ernaux than say, Cusk. Also, I think Ernaux has said she dislikes the term auto fiction. I wonder what Debré thinks? Research.
Colour me fascinated. I'm gonna read the other two.