{"id":3064,"date":"2016-07-17T12:28:39","date_gmt":"2016-07-17T10:28:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lesestunden.de\/?p=3064"},"modified":"2025-09-07T00:11:58","modified_gmt":"2025-09-06T22:11:58","slug":"pariser-symphonie-irene-nemirovsky","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lesestunden.de\/en\/2016\/07\/pariser-symphonie-irene-nemirovsky\/","title":{"rendered":"Pariser Symphonie \u2022 Ir\u00e8ne N\u00e9mirovsky"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n

There are books that keep resurfacing, and from an initial indecision\u2014after reading the reviews by Maike and Petra<\/a>\u2014came the decision to read this small collection of stories. The author was unknown to me, but the setting in Paris during the 1920s and 1930s offers a very atmospheric and interesting background. At the moment, I quite enjoy novellas and short stories and like to read shorter works between two hefty classics. My fear of encountering a melancholic undertone like that of Munro was dispelled by both reviews, and indeed N\u00e9mirovsky\u2019s style possesses something entirely distinctive.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

When you open a book, you are always also looking into the soul of the person who wrote it. Perhaps only blurred, heavily distorted, and mediated through a controlled narrator. Still, there is always something lying between the lines\u2014something that might be a deliberately evoked mood but which stems from a very specific, unconscious impulse of the author. This thought occurred to me quite strongly while reading this book. And the afterword reveals that this assumption is not so far off the mark.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

Ir\u00e8ne N\u00e9mirovsky, born in 1903 in Kyiv and raised in St. Petersburg in an affluent household, fled to France during the Russian Civil War. There, her family regained prosperity. With her novels, she quickly became famous in the Parisian literary scene. In 1942, N\u00e9mirovsky, who was of Jewish descent, was deported to Auschwitz, where she died shortly thereafter. Her children, whom her husband\u2014shortly before his own deportation\u2014had equipped with a suitcase full of important belongings, managed to flee and hide. In that suitcase was N\u00e9mirovsky\u2019s unfinished novel Suite Fran\u00e7aise<\/em>, which was rediscovered and published only in 2004 and immediately became a great success.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

The novellas in this book were written between 1929 and 1942 and tell of people\u2014mostly women\u2014who look back on their lives with a certain melancholy and disillusionment. This often happens in various scenes, with only a few impressions fully developed, finding their primary expression within the character herself: in her surroundings, in the way she is portrayed, or in what she reveals about herself. It is always a merciless and uninviting world, without opportunities, with little warmth or joy. Several stories also revolve around a disturbed or unresolved relationship between mother and daughter. The afterword reveals that this has autobiographical roots\u2014N\u00e9mirovsky had an unhappy childhood and felt little loved by her self-centered mother.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

“One does not forgive one\u2019s childhood. An unhappy childhood is as if your soul had died without a burial. It moans for all eternity.” (p. 216)<\/p><\/blockquote>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

With her writing, she evokes very clear images and manages to sketch her characters with a strong focus and precise contours. The scenes appear vividly before the mind\u2019s eye, and the people take shape after only a few lines\u2014more through their traits than their appearance. N\u00e9mirovsky\u2019s style was strongly influenced by cinema and the emerging film medium. In some of the novellas in this book, that influence is especially apparent. The novella A Film<\/em> reads like a tightly condensed screenplay, and N\u00e9mirovsky herself called the style \u201ccinematic novellas.\u201d Scene changes and transitions are clearly described, and the mood and imagery indeed recall French films. At least, I am reminded of that unique atmosphere present in many French films\u2014where little is said, the setting and the image linger on the viewer, the action suddenly becomes calm, allowing the situation to unfold fully before picking up again.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

In some of the other stories, this strong influence of film elements was less noticeable to me. I believe that\u2019s because moving images have already deeply shaped contemporary literature and changed the way stories are told. When I think back to certain fantasy novels, it now feels completely natural to present sequences visually and to imagine them as one would in a film. As readers, we grow accustomed to that quite easily.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

The eleven stories in this book entertained me well; I was able to empathize with the characters, to understand and feel their situations and their reflections on their lives. The themes\u2014unfulfilled or clouded love, tragic relationships between mother and daughter, and often dramatic turns and developments in the lives of various people\u2014are quite well executed. The cold world N\u00e9mirovsky unfolds before the reader, the disillusionment, the mercilessness that clings to these stories, all had an effect on me\u2014but they are also the reason why this book could only captivate me to a limited extent. I deeply value a clear, honest, and realistic perspective on society, the world, and human nature; this unflinching portrayal of typically human traits is what makes books truly interesting. Yet N\u00e9mirovsky depicts a world in which, as a reader, I felt very uncomfortable. I\u2019m certain that was her intention. Still, she often evoked a sense of unease in me.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

“Our frail memory preserves the faintest trace of happiness, sometimes so deeply engraved that one might mistake it for a wound.” (p. 16)<\/p><\/blockquote>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

Conclusion:<\/strong> This worthwhile collection of stories presents, in a very vivid and \u201ccinematic\u201d way, various people in scene-like episodes and explores life designs centered around themes such as unfulfilled or clouded love and the problematic relationship between mother and daughter. The eleven novellas are entertaining, pleasant to read, and rich in depth. At the same time, the world N\u00e9mirovsky sketches is cold, disillusioned, and merciless. The stories often evoked a certain discomfort in me, leaving me with mixed feelings. In any case, readers here encounter high literary quality.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

Book information:<\/strong> Pariser Symphonie<\/em> \u2022 Ir\u00e8ne N\u00e9mirovsky \u2022 Manesse Verlag \u2022 240 pages \u2022 ISBN 9783717524120<\/p>\r\n\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There are books that keep resurfacing, and from an initial indecision\u2014after reading the reviews by Maike and Petra\u2014came the decision to read this small collection of stories. The author was unknown to me, but the setting in Paris during the 1920s and 1930s offers a very atmospheric and interesting background. At the moment, I quite … <\/p>\n

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