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A review by dustyloup
Les équinoxes by Cyril Pedrosa
3.0
Wow. Incredibly slow to start, scattered, disrupted, though beautiful. Towards the middle I thought oh, I don't know if I can finish it, it's like three books in one, but I was intrigued so I kept going. I still don't quite feel as invested as I could have in these characters and I'll blame myself for being a poor reader in French and being too lazy to look up words I didn't know, which is weird because for most of January I did that and it was really enriching, but sometimes you just want to look at the pretty pictures and not be challenged (half kidding).
So I think it was a question of reading mood and the pressure to read everything I've checked out from the library.
I liked the technique of photography as a tool to enter the cave of people's minds, but it was confusing who was doing the narrating during these moments, the photographer or the person being photographed, especially at the beginning.
My favorite part was the discussion between the two brothers in the middle of the night about Virginia Woolf's husband saying that the world would've turned out the same if he'd spent his life playing ping pong. But perhaps if he had been different his wife would've been different this wouldn't have written her books, which may not have changed much but enough. It goes well with the interweaving narrative of all the characters.
One strange thing was the way most of the women were drawn such that they could be the same woman at different ages, but he's capable of variety so I'm not sure why...?
I would love to have another go at this in a few years and see what I think.
So I think it was a question of reading mood and the pressure to read everything I've checked out from the library.
I liked the technique of photography as a tool to enter the cave of people's minds, but it was confusing who was doing the narrating during these moments, the photographer or the person being photographed, especially at the beginning.
My favorite part was the discussion between the two brothers in the middle of the night about Virginia Woolf's husband saying that the world would've turned out the same if he'd spent his life playing ping pong. But perhaps if he had been different his wife would've been different this wouldn't have written her books, which may not have changed much but enough. It goes well with the interweaving narrative of all the characters.
One strange thing was the way most of the women were drawn such that they could be the same woman at different ages, but he's capable of variety so I'm not sure why...?
I would love to have another go at this in a few years and see what I think.