Search for identityįrom the outset, it’s clear that Hélène is unsure of her own identity. This hardens Hélène, who blames this lack of care for the death of her younger brother, who succumbs to pneumonia, and it also makes her ashamed. The daughter does not think she is good at mathematics, but she excels at French and wants to be a writer.īut that’s not the only strain in their relationship. The mother often goes through periods of despair - I suspect an undiagnosed clinical depression - and locks herself away, despondent and unable to properly care for her family. In the novel, the narrator, who effortlessly flicks between the first and third person, has a strained relationship with her mother, who wants her daughter to do well at school, get an education and study mathematics.

Duras also claimed to have been beaten by her mother and her older brother. But things did not go well: her father quickly returned to France, where he died soon after, and her mother, a schoolteacher, made a bad property investment in the colony, which mired them in poverty. It’s largely based on the author’s own life - she was born in Saigon (now Ho Chi Minh City) to French parents who had emigrated there to work in the French colony.

The Lover is narrated by Hélène Lagonelle, a French woman looking back on her life in Indochina (now Vietnam) and, in particular, the romance she had with a wealthy Chinese man in 1929 when she was just 15. I read it back to back with another (supposedly) sensual novel, the (rather horrid) Hausfrau by Jill Alexander Essbaum, and they couldn’t be further apart - in mood, style or sheer literary power - even though they covered similar (sexual) territory. So begins Marguerite Duras’ The Lover, an evocative and sensual novel about a young girl’s affair with a man 12 years her senior, which was first published in 1984. Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you I think you’re more beautiful now than then. He introduced himself and said: “I’ve known you for years. One day, I was already old, in the entrance of a public place a man came up to me.

Translated from the French by Barbara Bray. Fiction – Kindle edition Harper Perennial 130 pages 2006.

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