Pedigree by Patrick Modiano
Original title – Un pedigree
Translator – Mark Polizzotti
Source – review copy
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
And the dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn’t give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn’t care
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Clearly I remember
Pickin’ on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
But we unleashed a lion
Jeremy by Pearl Jam is another man dealing with the let down of who his parents were .
As we move near this year Nobel we are seeing the first new books in English from last years winner Patrick Modiano , this is one of two books from Maclehose press his two most recent books .There is also a trilogy out from Bloomsbury and the trilogy that was already in the pipeline from Yale press that have all appeared since he won the nobel last year .I’m so pleased I have a number of more books to read by him for when last year , when I read search warrant and published my review just a few days before he won the nobel there wasn’t many books available to be read by him .
On 2 august , 1945 , my father went by bike to register my birth at the town hall of Boulogne-Bilancourt .I imagine returning through the deserted streets or Auteuil and alongside the silent quays of that summer .
Then he decided we would live in Mexico .The passports were ready .At the last minute , he changed his mind . He came so close to leaving Europe after the war .Thirty years later , he went to die in Switzerland , a neutral country .In the meantime , he moved around a lot : Canada , Guyana , Equatorial Africa , Colombia .. He went searching for El Dorado , in Vain
To me this capture his father a flighty man who want the quick buck all the time , how does it go this time next year we will be …
For me this is an interesting choice it is a short book , writers autobiographies tend to be strange books I find .But this is quite straightforward and maybe for someone who is called the Proust of his times , his own life as biography is rather eye-opening and maybe explains his fiction .What we see is the young Patrick that is shipped off after his parents an actress mother and his father a shady character that is also a womaniser .What happens is a young boy sent to schools with a heartless mother that doesn’t want the boy and a father who sets the police on him when he needs money .Add to that a brother that dies and his jewish father trying to get by through the war .We see his early years through to his young adulthood and his first rungs on the ladder of being a writer , as he talks about the writers he knows and the books he likes at the time .This include a book by a French writer called Monherlant which I recently found and got myself to read at a later date .
Raymond Queneau was kind enough to receive me on saturdays .Often , at the beginning of the afternoon .We’d return from Neuilly along the Left Bamk .He told me of a walk he had taken with Boris Vian to a dead-end street that almost no-one knew , at the far end of the 13th Arrondissment .
His early writer years he meet the great oulipo writer Raymond Queneau .
What this is a small piece of the greater puzzle that is the fiction of Patrick Modiano , I have read the search warrant, so you don’t get lost in the neighbour hood (review to follow soon also from Maclehose press ) and suspended sentences from Yale that I read but didn’t get to review before it was due back to the library . I enjoyed the later part of the book where he is just starting his journey as a writer and we see him visiting the leading lights of french literature at the time .I said at the time I thought Patrick was a writer that Christopher Maclehose liked and so pleased to be proven right as they publish two new books by him to the earlier books that he would worked on at Harvil years ago .
Have you read Patrick Modiano ?