In the burbs of Courbevoi, outside of Paris, Joséphine Cortès and her husband, Antoine, have fallen out of step with each other. He is unemployed; she is trying to make ends meet on her pittance as a 12tch century medieval scholar. Their radiantly beautiful and arrogant daughter, Hortense, is on the verge of womanhood, and has little respect for her overweight, overwrought mother, who carries herself with slack ill-confidence. The younger one, Zoé, is bashful and sensitive. When Antoine runs off with his mistress to Kenya to start a crocodile farm, Joséphine tries to keep the family from falling apart. The rest of the story is watching the gradual transformation of Joséphine from insecure, reticent, and overwhelmed to a woman who is ready to take charge of her life. This means also dealing with her beautiful, wealthy, and manipulative socialite sister.
Iris has a plan to recapture her own joie de vivre and get back in the limelight, while helping Joséphine earn a lot of money. She finally talks her sister into writing a novel in her own métier, the 12th century. Joséphine will get all the money, and Iris will get all the fame, by purporting to be the author. Will this plan work?
Says Josephine: "I see all, I feel all, I am the depository of thousands of details that stab me like shards of glass, and that other people don't even notice."
This is a French screwball comedy of manners, with some poignant and pithy moments slipped in effortlessly. As the book jacket states, it is the "ultimate upmarket escapist read." This is what I call a fine sorbet book, one that is contrived and predictable at turns, but still keeps you wanting more and wondering how it will ultimately bring characters together--or apart. Iris's husband is a very observant man, and Joséphine and Iris's mother is a cruel and sexless woman, married to their stepfather, Marcel, who has been in love with another woman, Josiane, for twenty years. Then there is Shirley, Joséphine's best friend, who has secrets of her own. And, of course, there's Antoine, struggling in Kenya.
"But in the evening, reality didn't have such a jagged edge, and the yellow eyes of crocodiles were a thousand points of light."
Read this for the fun of it. It's a very swift read--don't let the 400 pages fool you. It's a smaller than average paperback, and the sentences just pour like silk milk. You can probably start it one day and finish the next. It's a feel good, witty story about transformation and coming to terms with your authentic self. Well, sometimes you have to use a little subterfuge to get there...