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Bonjour Tristesse
by Françoise Sagan
I can’t help but be fascinated by the frivolousness of the upper class. Frivolousness and its downfall. Hedonism and carelessness of one’s own life. No wonder she’s compared to F. Scott Fitzgerald. At the age of 18, no less.
Sagan’s language is evocative, I felt the warmth of the sun hit my bare back as it did Cécile’s—the late morning sun peeking through the window slats, while a hangover settles in. The high noon sun beating down during a brief stint with a boy on a sail boat. Etc.
A passage I particularly liked:
“The mirror reflected a sad sight; I leant against it and peered at those dilated eyes and dry lips, an unknown face; mine? If I was weak and cowardly, could it be because of those lips, the particular shape of my body, these odious, arbitrary limits? And if I were limited, why had I only now become aware of it? I amused myself by detesting my reflection, hating that wolf-like face, hollow and worn by debauch. I repeated the word 'debauch' dumbly, looking into my eyes in the mirror, and suddenly I saw myself smile. What a debauch! A few unfortunate drinks, a slap in the face and some tears!”
Sagan’s language is evocative, I felt the warmth of the sun hit my bare back as it did Cécile’s—the late morning sun peeking through the window slats, while a hangover settles in. The high noon sun beating down during a brief stint with a boy on a sail boat. Etc.
A passage I particularly liked:
“The mirror reflected a sad sight; I leant against it and peered at those dilated eyes and dry lips, an unknown face; mine? If I was weak and cowardly, could it be because of those lips, the particular shape of my body, these odious, arbitrary limits? And if I were limited, why had I only now become aware of it? I amused myself by detesting my reflection, hating that wolf-like face, hollow and worn by debauch. I repeated the word 'debauch' dumbly, looking into my eyes in the mirror, and suddenly I saw myself smile. What a debauch! A few unfortunate drinks, a slap in the face and some tears!”