Philippe Delerm: The Small Pleasures of Life

lionel · #1 (**permalink**) 08-Sep-2009, 12:37

Philippe Delerm's La Première Gorgée de bière et autres plaisirs minuscules (1997), translated as The Small Pleasures of Life (1998), is a fascinating collection of 34 generally unrelated two- or three page observations on such subjects as: the first mouthful of beer; Sunday evenings; motorway driving at night; the moving walkway at Montparnasse station; kaleidoscopes; learning how to play boules; a new pullover for the cooler months; reading on the beach; or the architecture of a banana-split.

One special event is mentioned, and is held in the narrator's memory - as we all freeze such memories - at the very time that he or she is performing a particular action. Here, what is recalled is not the assassination of Kennedy or Lennon, or the 9/11 massacre, but the death of Jacques Brel, heard on France Inter on the car radio. For the narrator, Brel will always be associated with where he or she was at the time: on a motorway, speeding down a charmless valley somewhere between Evreux and Mantes-la-Jolie.

Delerm's gift for writing often transforms the experience of the commonplace into something striking - even haunting - by his use of metaphor, such as in his description of the 'alligator jaws' of an escalator, or wet espadrilles represented as 'a complete shipwreck'.

Sometimes, these brief pieces remind me of other writers, as in this description: 'Shelling peas is easy. Thumb pressed on the slit along the pod and, obediently, it opens its offerings. Some, not as ripe, are more shy - an incision with the index fingernail allows the green to be torn and we can then breathe in the moisture and the thick flesh'. It's not the sensuality of the language that I find particularly interesting here, but the detail of it, and I'm reminded of Nicholson Baker's paper clips and shoelaces in Mezzanine. Unlike Baker, though, Delerm doesn't deliberately labour the detail: shelling peas is just briefly mentioned as a simple pleasure, and no more.

'The Motorway at Night' reminds me of Craig Raine's A Martian Sends a Postcard Home (1979), especially the poem of the title. In Raine's poem, we see everyday objects with fresh eyes, such as the car, of which he says 'a key is turned to free the world /for movement, so quick there is a film / to watch for anything missed.' In 'The Motorway at Night', Delerm compares the car to a spaceship, and then says 'In solitude's padded silence, it's rather as though we're in a cinema seat: the film passes before our eyes'.

This is my first taste of Delerm, and I look forward to his latest novel, Quelque chose en lui de Bartleby.

Dr Tony Shaw

saliotthomas · #2 (**permalink**) 08-Sep-2009, 15:19

I'm sorry but i won't follow you there Tony.I found is collection of moment artificial,a fack good idea.
The first swallow of beer is just a dissection of what a good novel is made of.A collection of postcard,well chosen and clever,but like the first swallow of beer,quickly fading away.
Great literature incorporate sensitive descrition of moments of life,close to us all,true,well felt, in a general story.Truce is the gooze pipple material of literature,it's link with us.
Delerm extarct them to show as items,and everyone in France was shouting "genius",as it was but an artifice,a hat trick.
Another thing is,most of his "moment" are nice and clean and lack humour or humm....darkness? sex?
It's French catho fun,Télérama if you are familiar with France.

And more than everything,he has a son who sing(well whisper more like) who make me feel like break something each time i hear him.A pure,indiluted,self-importantant,poseur of an asshole.
I blame the father for it.Can't be a proper writer with a son like this.No sir.

lionel · #3 (**permalink**) 08-Sep-2009, 23:32

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