Looking
for some witty writing in a delightful book full of unusual and
not-quite-normal characters? Do you like a little philosophical
fable-ness once in a while? I do, that's why I am a fan of Yann
Martel and Paul Coelho. This short French novel feels a bit like
that. The copy I have is borrowed and comes from McNally Jackson in
NYC, or so the receipt says left inside. The book itself has such a
lovely cover, a dusty blue with a young girl in a pink dress wearing
calf-high moccasins in front of a fancy door. It is a quality
paperback so the pages are a nice acid-free white, and right away in
flipping through I noticed that different chapters are in alternating
fonts. How fun! It has a Contents which much fiction doesn't bother
with but I love it when they do. In this one I spied right away that
there are chapters called Profound Thought No. 1 – 15, and one
whole section called On Grammar. I was weak with excitement
knowing this would be a quality read, and so it was/is.
Renée
Michel is the concierge in a fancy hotel in Paris. Her apartment or
loge is on the first floor where she keeps tabs on her employers who
are wealthy aristocrats. Renée reminds me a bit of Trudy in Ursula
Hegi's book Stones from the River in that she is, in reality,
a different person than the one she so painstakingly presents. Renée
is well-read, informed, intelligent, and socially and politically
aware. However, she knows that to be considered, in Parisian society, a
good concierge she must maintain a low profile, go mostly unnoticed,
mind her own business, be efficient and reliable, but never enter
into intellectual conversations with the tenants, therefore being perceived as uneducated and uncultivated.
Twelve-year-old
Paloma lives with her family on the fifth floor. She despises what
she sees as the bourgeois lifestyle of her parents and the other
tenants of the hotel. Even though Paloma is brilliant, funny,
talented, and very politically and socially aware she has expended
much energy for many years pretending to be average and thus also go
unnoticed. So disenchanted with life and her family she has decided
to commit suicide on her 13th birthday.
The
death of a tenant and the appearance of a new one, a Mr. Kakura Ozu
brightens up the lives of both Renée and Paloma. It is on page 143
when Paloma is talking with Ozu and she happens upon the analogy from
whence the title comes:
Madam Michel has the elegance of the hedgehog: on the outside, she's covered in quills, a real fortress, but my gut feeling is that on the inside, she has the same simple refinement as the hedgehog: a deceptively indolent little creature, fiercely solitary – and terribly elegant.
Paloma
may be my favorite child character in a book for at least a decade
and her best entry may be in her section Profound Thought No.10:
Grammar a Stratum of Consciousness Leading to Beauty where she
not only takes offense at the ineptness of a teacher trying to
explain to a student the importance of grammar, but goes on to
elucidate in her own words, “I find there is nothing more
beautiful, for example, than the very basic components of language,
nouns and verbs. When you've grasped this you've grasped the core of
any statement. It's magnificent, don't you think? Nouns, verbs...”
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