Camus dit qu’il faut essayer de vivre à mi-distance entre la misère et le soleil.
Camus said that we should live half way between misery and the sun.
Ce collection des nouvelles est très deprimant.
Au bout du quai: Gérard plongea. Il ne savait pas nager: Il n’avait jamais su.
At the end of the harbour Gerard, a former docker, dived in the cold black waters. He couldn’t swim. He never knew how.
A collection of short stories set in the darker side of Marseille, dreams of love, casual racism, the weariness of unemployment, and early violent death.
Perhaps the most depressing of the stories is “Faux printemps” (False Spring), a Turkish immigrant to Marseille, remembering his own children in Anatolia, talks with a mother of two young boys in a park. Later the young woman’s husband comes to the park and mistakes Osman’s friendliness towards his sons as the sign of a paedophile and with some others beats up Osman.
It is an interesting coincidence that both the books I’ve read in French this year are set in major French ports (Le Havre in “Quai de l’oubli ” and Marseille here in “Vivre Fatigue”), whose glamorous pasts have long since gone.
My rating 3 out of 5