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Average rating4.2
The award-winning, bestselling French novel by Philippe Besson—“the French Brokeback Mountain” (Elle)—about an affair between two teenage boys in 1984 France, translated with subtle beauty and haunting lyricism by the iconic and internationally acclaimed actress/writer Molly Ringwald. We drive at high speed along back roads, through woods, vineyards, and oat fields. The bike smells like gasoline and makes a lot of noise, and sometimes I’m frightened when the wheels slip on the gravel on the dirt road, but the only thing that matters is that I’m holding on to him, that I’m holding on to him outside. Just outside a hotel in Bordeaux, Philippe chances upon a young man who bears a striking resemblance to his first love. What follows is a look back at the relationship he’s never forgotten, a hidden affair with a gorgeous boy named Thomas during their last year of high school. Without ever acknowledging they know each other in the halls, they steal time to meet in secret, carrying on a passionate, world-altering affair. Dazzlingly rendered in English by Ringwald in her first-ever translation, Besson’s powerfully moving coming-of-age story captures the eroticism and tenderness of first love—and the heartbreaking passage of time.
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I know you would have liked for things to be different, for me to say the words that would have reassured you, but I could not, and I never knew how to talk anyway. In the end, I tell myself that you understood. It was love, of course.
Of a love kept in secret for fear of shame and more. I think the original French title translates to “stop with your lies,” but I like how the English title can both mean lie as in be untrue with me and also mean to lie down together, which fits the book's theme.
DNF @ page 34
I tried really hard to get into this one, but the flow of the narrative just isn't comprehensible to my brain. It had a lyrical, somewhat beautiful quality, but none of the words actually absorbed into my mind. I couldn't tell you what happened, beyond the very opening where the narrator sees a familiar person while... doing an interview, possibly.
Maybe this makes me stupid. I sure feel stupid for not being able to parse this. But I just don't have it in me to try and make it make sense to me and suffer through the feeling that I've unlearned how to read.
Nas palavras da grande filósofa Taylor Swift: “What a Sad, Beautiful, Tragic love affair”.