The Book of Goose is an unusual and compelling story about two friends, Agnès and Fabienne, in a rural French burg. Their personalities couldn’t be more opposite, and yet they mirror each other in ways that keep them entwined. Agnès narrates the tale; Fabienne has recently died in childbirth, which causes Agnès to reminisce back to when they were young girls. She is in her late twenties now, a bit melancholy, missing her friend more than many miss their departed spouses. It reads almost as a myth, a fairytale—a meta- fairytale, as you will discover as the pages turn. It’s the story of friendship, loyalty, love, fame, art, privilege, depravity, and obsession.
They met when they were just goslings, so to speak. Geese are monogamous, by the way (which helped me in figuring out some of the symbolism of the book). Fabienne is aloof, while Agnès is more emotionally dependent on her friend. In fact, Agnès feels that she doesn’t need anyone but Fabienne in her life, to give it meaning, and has no desire to leave the countryside.
The two friends (largely Fabienne) hatch a scheme with an adult teacher when they are just thirteen, and write a lurid, dark tale with his assistance. The book becomes a blockbuster best-seller. Since Fabienne decided that Agnès would claim authorship, Agnès is the one who travels the circuit, and subsequently attends a private boarding school in England (reluctantly), because Fabienne talks her into it. Agnès meets upper class, wealthy girls, an eccentric mentor, and learns a bit about the art and guile of sophistication. Class divides become more apparent to her, although her continued focus is Fabienne, and the desire to return home to her.
“Morning and evening make a day. Days and nights make a week, a month, a life. Drop me into any moment, point me in any direction, and I could retrace my life. Details beget details. With all those details one might hope for the full picture. A full picture of what, though? The more we remember, the less we understand.”
Goose kept me fastened to every page, in a way not unlike the girls’ lives together. There is a definite Sartre and Camus-esque existentialism to the story, a sense of the absurd, or the meaning and value of existence. It is clear that the friends shirk the material in favor of the philosophical and search for the distillate essence of life. Readers, you will be in literary paradise; it’s a must-read for literature lovers everywhere.
Thank you to Farrar, Strauss, and Giroux for sending me an early copy for review.