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Les portes closes
En lice pour le Prix des libraires du Québec 2014 dans la catégorie « Romans québécois ».Philippe et Catherine. Ils sont peintres tous les deux. Il fait de grandes toiles, elle des petits formats. Il est riche, célèbre. Elle est connue d’une poignée d’admirateurs et de connaisseurs. Il s’enferme tout le jour dans son atelier pour travailler. La porte close, elle ne la franchit jamais. C’est une convention tacite entre eux. Elle fait marcher la maison. C’est elle qui a élevé leurs trois filles. Il reçoit les modèles qu’il peint. Des jeunes femmes qu’il ne revoit plus jamais ensuite. Quel est ce mystère qui fait que deux personnes traversent la vie ensemble ? Est-ce que cela s’appelle toujours l’amour ? Malgré les trahisons, les rapports de force, les jeux de séduction, la manipulation, la jalousie, la haine, l’envie de tout détruire. Malgré les enfants qui emportent chacun un morceau de notre chair. Malgré le fantôme des parents qui ne cesse de nous hanter. À quel prix un couple réussit-il à durer jusqu’à la fin ? Faut-il nécessairement qu’il y ait une victime ? Avec une lucidité impitoyable, servie par une écriture d’une rare maîtrise, Lori Saint- Martin explore cette folie à deux qu’est un couple. Couche après couche, elle élimine tous les mensonges, toutes les illusions, tous les simulacres, pour arriver à dessiner ce mystère, le plus grand qui soit, peut-être.
232 pages, Paperback
Published March 12, 2013
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Lori Saint-Martin
96 books9 followersLori Saint-Martin was a Canadian author and literary translator. Her first novel, Les Portes closes, came out in 2013. Working with her husband Paul Gagné, she translated over seventy English language books into French, including the works of such authors as Maya Angelou, Margaret Atwood, and Naomi Klein.
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March 9, 2018
Formule intéressante. Deux côtés d'une même histoire, pas très original, mais bien reçue. J'ai bien aimé la simplicité de la trame narrative, malgré l'espèce de prétention des personnages (artistes, riches, intellos, etc). Les thèmes ne révolutionnent rien: jalousie d'être muse, sexuelle, d'être aiméE... vie mondaine, conciliation travail-famille, tromperie, etc. Tout de même divertissant. On apprend à aimer Catherine et Philippe malgré nous, les deux ont quelque chose de haïssable, mais sont tout de même attachantEs.
May 18, 2023
Très bien écrit.
Des thèmes classiques mais avec un point de vue fort intéressant.
L'amour, le couple, la famille et des questions existentielles auxquelles nous sommes tous confrontées.
J'ai vraiment eu un coup de coeur pour ce roman.
Des thèmes classiques mais avec un point de vue fort intéressant.
L'amour, le couple, la famille et des questions existentielles auxquelles nous sommes tous confrontées.
J'ai vraiment eu un coup de coeur pour ce roman.
September 29, 2015
In a series of alternating monologues, both halves of the couple then go on to examine close to 35 years of marriage. Of togetherness, and of growing apart; of opening up the door to their studios, and of shutting each other out.
On the surface, there’s something comfortably middle class about the years we spend with Philippe and Catherine, two artists still married but long since fallen out of love. Regrets, they’ve had a few. Secrets, too. Their cozy home looks down on Montreal and the St. Lawrence far below, far from the working-class neighbourhoods of Montreal that are perhaps more familiar to readers of Quebec fiction. They eat fusilli with red and yellow peppers and arugula salad. They sip on coffee as they tackle the New York Times crossword. There is talk of travel, and skirts brought home from Stockholm. We are far from the faubourg à m’lasse and pouding chômeur.
This, of course, is no bad thing. All that is remarkable about middle class families is how seldom they seem to pop up in contemporary Quebec literature. As we scrape back the layers, though, problems inevitably creep towards the surface: foundering friendships, betrayal, failing health, a mother who has lost her memory, death.
The theme of infidelity is central to both Les portes closes and Saint-Martin’s earlier collection of short stories, Lettre imaginaire à la femme de mon amant (An imaginary letter to my lover’s wife). But whereas Lettre imaginaire offered such a quick-fire succession of variations on the theme we were often left wondering who was cheating on whom again, and how much we cared, Les portes closes focuses on one husband and wife, with the odd aside from friends and family also struggling to remain faithful.
“Is that a boast or a confession?” Catherine wonders the first time Philippe admits to cheating on her, as he delivers the news to her “like a cat sets down a bloody bird at its owner’s feet.” This duality – both sides of the story – is everywhere, in a world in which girls have grown up “with celebrity divorces and often their parents’ divorces, too. They can’t imagine a party, or a penance, going on that long.”
So, which is it? Party or penance? And who is the victim? As Catherine points out, “There are many of them, only one of me. They move on, I get to stay.” Who’s in the right and who’s in the wrong? Philippe sleeps with his models because Catherine tricked him into having the children he was set against: a first, then twins, to boot! “It was one of the lowest blows of my life,” she concedes. “But not the worst, no, not the worst, just the worst he knew about.”
That’s what marriage is, Philippe concludes, for richer and for poorer, for better and for worse:
“Sitting across from the same person at almost every meal, sometimes as close as can be, sometimes barely able to see her but counting on her all the same, and sometimes seeing her so clearly and hating her so much you want her to shatter into pieces and knowing that perhaps she hates you back. Or that she hated you at a different time when you were looking at her fondly.”
There is a great deal to be fond of in Les portes closes: genuinely profound, well thought-out questions about relationships, characters that stay with us for a long time after we put down the book… In a word, it is impressive. It reminds me of a well-tended garden: considered, but not pretentious. It’s clear that a great deal of thought went into every word choice and yet the writing never feels overdone or self-conscious, just elegant and refined. It’s enough to make you want to call it Saint-Martin’s very own masterpiece.
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On the surface, there’s something comfortably middle class about the years we spend with Philippe and Catherine, two artists still married but long since fallen out of love. Regrets, they’ve had a few. Secrets, too. Their cozy home looks down on Montreal and the St. Lawrence far below, far from the working-class neighbourhoods of Montreal that are perhaps more familiar to readers of Quebec fiction. They eat fusilli with red and yellow peppers and arugula salad. They sip on coffee as they tackle the New York Times crossword. There is talk of travel, and skirts brought home from Stockholm. We are far from the faubourg à m’lasse and pouding chômeur.
This, of course, is no bad thing. All that is remarkable about middle class families is how seldom they seem to pop up in contemporary Quebec literature. As we scrape back the layers, though, problems inevitably creep towards the surface: foundering friendships, betrayal, failing health, a mother who has lost her memory, death.
The theme of infidelity is central to both Les portes closes and Saint-Martin’s earlier collection of short stories, Lettre imaginaire à la femme de mon amant (An imaginary letter to my lover’s wife). But whereas Lettre imaginaire offered such a quick-fire succession of variations on the theme we were often left wondering who was cheating on whom again, and how much we cared, Les portes closes focuses on one husband and wife, with the odd aside from friends and family also struggling to remain faithful.
“Is that a boast or a confession?” Catherine wonders the first time Philippe admits to cheating on her, as he delivers the news to her “like a cat sets down a bloody bird at its owner’s feet.” This duality – both sides of the story – is everywhere, in a world in which girls have grown up “with celebrity divorces and often their parents’ divorces, too. They can’t imagine a party, or a penance, going on that long.”
So, which is it? Party or penance? And who is the victim? As Catherine points out, “There are many of them, only one of me. They move on, I get to stay.” Who’s in the right and who’s in the wrong? Philippe sleeps with his models because Catherine tricked him into having the children he was set against: a first, then twins, to boot! “It was one of the lowest blows of my life,” she concedes. “But not the worst, no, not the worst, just the worst he knew about.”
That’s what marriage is, Philippe concludes, for richer and for poorer, for better and for worse:
“Sitting across from the same person at almost every meal, sometimes as close as can be, sometimes barely able to see her but counting on her all the same, and sometimes seeing her so clearly and hating her so much you want her to shatter into pieces and knowing that perhaps she hates you back. Or that she hated you at a different time when you were looking at her fondly.”
There is a great deal to be fond of in Les portes closes: genuinely profound, well thought-out questions about relationships, characters that stay with us for a long time after we put down the book… In a word, it is impressive. It reminds me of a well-tended garden: considered, but not pretentious. It’s clear that a great deal of thought went into every word choice and yet the writing never feels overdone or self-conscious, just elegant and refined. It’s enough to make you want to call it Saint-Martin’s very own masterpiece.
www.ambos.ca/portes
January 18, 2018
Voici l'histoire d'un couple racontée avec justesse, tantôt du point de vue de la femme, tantôt de celui de l'homme. Deux protagonistes très différents l'un de l'autre, unis par une vie entière de rancunes, de non-dits et de trahisons accumulés mais aussi, par un attachement profond. J'ai trouvé ce récit très bien écrit et loin des clichés.
LES HAUTS : Des personnages dépeints avec une grande sensibilité et une plume très agréable...
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LES HAUTS : Des personnages dépeints avec une grande sensibilité et une plume très agréable...
LES BAS : L'intrigue se développe lentement et est un peu prévisible...
Visitez mon blog : https://chroniquesbookaddict.wixsite....
Suivez-moi sur Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/Les-chroniqu...
January 18, 2023
Un roman qui fait état d’une histoire d’amour. Tout ce qui a de plus banal. Mais l’originalité du livre c’est que l’histoire est racontée par les deux membres du couple. Ce qui donne une belle perspective.
June 22, 2013
Les très ou trop courts chapitres et moi, nous ne faisons pas bon ménage. En plus, je n'ai pas réussi à m'attacher ni à Philippe, ni à Catherine, ni à leur univers. Dommage...
July 20, 2013
Dans le thème de ce roman, j'ai presque le goût de dire... chef d'œuvre!
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