Lydie Salvayre
Auteur van Cry, Mother Spain
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- Gangbare naam
- Salvayre, Lydie
- Officiële naam
- Salvayre, Lydie
- Pseudoniemen en naamsvarianten
- Arjona, Lydie
- Geboortedatum
- 1948-09-05
- Geslacht
- female
- Nationaliteit
- France
- Geboorteplaats
- Autainville, France
- Woonplaatsen
- Autainville, France
Auterive, France - Beroepen
- psychiatrist
- Prijzen en onderscheidingen
- Commander of the Order of Arts and Letters (2015)
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- Leden
- 621
- Populariteit
- #40,536
- Waardering
- 3.5
- Besprekingen
- 30
- ISBNs
- 103
- Talen
- 10
- Favoriet
- 3
He is immediately plunged into a nightmare of his own making, he can hardly sleep at all, he is extremely restless, he walks around the streets of Paris for something to do. Going back to visit his mother makes him feel worse and he thinks about his unhappy childhood. At the office he thinks his fellow workers avoid looking at him, he does not know how to compose his features, he is frightened of bursting into tears. His compatriots suggest a holiday and he rents a villa with them, but cannot face being with them. He goes to America meets a couple who are happy to be in love. He is ashamed for himself and returns to Paris on the next available flight. He functions less and less well, he joins a dating agency, but after some initial excitement he can hardly be bothered. He ceases to function all together and is committed to a mental institution and is treated by various psychiatrists who try and reconnect him to his childhood; his mother looms large.
It is a short novel that takes the reader on a journey in the mind of an extremely unhappy man whose misogyny pushes him over the edge into mental illness. It is a piece of writing strong on physiognomy as an expression of feelings although the man's face is not described. It feels more like a study of a condition than a story. One thing that did interest me was the use of the Minitel as the first mass-market Internet-style service for sex-related applications. Minitel, unlike the Internet, was private by design, and the privacy features of Minitel took sex chat into the workplace. In the late 1980's, it apparently reached endemic proportions in Paris. In this book our hero's continual use of the Minitel with its abbreviations and euphemisms, reduced his command of the french language to such a low level he could no longer communicate on a day to day basis. Is there a lesson here? 3 stars.… (meer)