Irene Nemirovsky, “Fire in the Blood”

Publishing Fire in the Blood as a freestanding novel does a disservice both to Némirovsky and to the narrative itself. It’s difficult enough with her work to be sure that what we’re seeing is what she would have sent out to the world: the original 37 pages were typed by her husband, and most of the rest found, in manuscript form, with her papers. Vintage has manged to stretch it  to 129 pages but it is at best a novella.

So I’m trying not to carp at the slightness. What bothers me more is that this is another one of those tales, not unlike Out Stealing Horses, that seems to be the ruminations of an elderly man who has withdrawn from life… but wait! He has his memories! Per Petterson handled this better: you got the sense that his narrator was hiding something.  Sylvestre/Silvio in this book never establishes himself as a character, and the gradual revelation of his secret just isn’t that interesting.

On the plus side,  lots of atmosphere: rural France in the early 1940s wasn’t all that different from the rural France of Madame Bovary.

About carolwallace

I spend most of my time writing and reading. Most recent publications: the reissue of "To Marry an English Lord,"one of the inspirations for "Downton Abbey," and the historical novel "Leaving Van Gogh." I am too cranky to belong to a book group but I love the book-blogging community.
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