The Dressmaker's Gift by Fiona Valpy
Synopsis /
Paris, 1940. With the city occupied by the Nazis, three young seamstresses go about their normal lives as best they can. But all three are hiding secrets. War-scarred Mireille is fighting with the Resistance; Claire has been seduced by a German officer; and Vivienne’s involvement is something she can’t reveal to either of them.
Two generations later, Claire’s English granddaughter Harriet arrives in Paris, rootless and adrift, desperate to find a connection with her past. Living and working in the same building on the Rue Cardinale, she learns the truth about her grandmother – and herself – and unravels a family history that is darker and more painful than she ever imagined.
In wartime, the three seamstresses face impossible choices when their secret activities put them in grave danger. Brought together by loyalty, threatened by betrayal, can they survive history’s darkest era without being torn apart?
My Thoughts /
With the abundance of published WWII historical-fiction stories a reader is quite literally spoiled for choice. Most, it can be said, are providing you an account of an event or happening from a slightly different viewpoint to another. But there is one thing that is a common thread between most accounts, and that is 'resilience'.
Resilience: the ability of a person to adjust to or recover readily from illness, adversity, or major life changes, and the ability of a system or organization to respond to or recover readily from a crisis, disruptive process.
1941 Occupied Paris and three young seamstresses, Claire, Vivienne, Mireille all work for the same Paris fashion house, Delavigne, Couturier (Rue Cardinale - 6e arrondissement).
Paris, 2017. Harriet Shaw and Simone Thibault both work for Florence Guillemet, Agence Guillemet Relations Publiques (spécialiste Mode), 12 Rue Cardinale, Paris. Agence Guillemet is a PR agency specialising in the fashion sector. Travelling to Paris in the hopes of finding a connection with her past, Harriet couldn't quite believe her luck in landing an internship with Madame Guillemet.
I don't usually believe in fate, but it felt as if a force was at work, drawing me to Paris. Leading me to the Boulevard Saint-Germain. Bringing me here.
We learn that Harriet's grandmother (Claire) lived and worked in Rue Cardinale, Paris - number 12 - the same building, over 70 years ago.
Over the course of the story, Harriet begins investigating her grandmother's history about her life as a seamstress in Nazi occupied Paris - where she worked, how she lived, how she died. The final unravelling of that story is a lot more painful for Harriet than she'd ever imagined.
As I trace those fine, fragile threads of fate back across the years, I am more and more astounded that I am here at all. Life can seem so very tenuous sometimes. But perhaps that fragility is why we treasure it so.
Valpy writes her chapters flipping back and forth from present and past. The 'past' narrated by our three seamstresses, Claire, Vivienne and Mireille; and the 'present', by Harriet. The author's 1940s narrative has been written from a perspective which I've not encountered very often, and it gave this story a uniqueness which I enjoyed.
The idea of haute couture and Nazi concentration camps like Auschwitz co-existing in one book is about as believable as milk and orange juice pairing. But it works in this setting. It was Lord Byron back in 1823 who was quoted as saying: 'Tis strange -- but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction; if it could be told.
The descriptions of the wartime experiences of our three seamstresses are harrowing but Valpy has written them carefully, giving thought to avoiding errors and paying attention to the details. As with most reflections of the Nazi regime, it makes for uncomfortable reading.
What is this world where human beings can be the perpetrators of such inhumanity against their own kind?
The resilience of all four women depicted in this story is one of the things I will remember long after I've finished reading. As will Valpy's excellent depiction of contradictions between life in the concentration camps and the haute couture and catwalks in Paris.