light

“I am no philosopher, he thought, fumbling for a cigarette, but if continuity is anything, it is in this. Bright pictures in the dark of the mind, each an echo of something, but still unique.”

The “he” in this passage is Claude Monet and it is nearly half-way through the day described so wonderfully in Light, a novella by the late Eva Figes. Monet has been up for hours, before dawn, “the dark just beginning to fade slightly, midnight blueblack growing grey and misty, through which he could make out the last light of a dying star.” He is in pursuit of light and the reader follows him, his extended family, the servants, and a lunch guest, as the light shifts and changes, highlights at one moment a willow, at another the opening bowls of water lilies in the pond he created for them.

The relationships in the novella are complicated. Monet and his wife Alice have children from previous marriages. Suzanne, one of Alice’s daughters, recently died and the two grandchildren are staying at Giverny, cared for by Marthe, an unmarried daughter. Another daughter has fallen in love with someone who Monet dismisses: “It’s absurd,” he said, “since the boy has neighter money nor prospects.” The widowed husband of Suzanne is contemplating marriage with Marthe. Monet’s son and step-son have their own agendas. The servants keep the house running during the intense heat of the day and the mercurial nature of the painter who must be placated and obeyed. All of this is both subordinate to the light but also illuminated momentarily by its changing qualities.

I’m so glad I found this novel (thanks to Sarah at Edge of Evening —  http://edgeofevening.wordpress.com/2014/06/20/midsummers-eve/

So many things conspire in these pages to make a perfect narrative. The language, the canvas (Sarah calls it “circadian” and I think that’s perfect), the sense of a world about to change (it’s 1900; and even the Abbé Toussaint who arrives at the end of lunch says, “I believe the Church must come to terms with science, if it is to survive. To me the theory of evolution is the greatest miracle of all.”), a gardener kneeling on the path to plant out new seedlings and deadhead the old, and the stately passage of the sun across the sky from dawn to dusk make for an elegant and beautifully controlled story.

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~ by theresakishkan on July 8, 2014.

9 Responses to “light”

  1. So glad that you enjoyed it, Theresa.

    • It was a perfect read for these hot July days, Sarah! Thanks for suggesting it.

      • Oh, I more than owed you for recommending Anne Truitt’s ‘Daybook’. It’s still sitting by my bed for last thing at night re-reading on those evenings (many!) when I’m so tired that I can only read a couple of pages.

      • I also enjoyed her Prospect which I see is the last in a trilogy of journals so now I’ve ordered the middle one, Turn, and look forward to its arrival. There’s something very comforting about reading how someone else managed that particular balance — the making of art in the middle of motherhood. Her story isn’t mine — no help here with the housework and baby care, apart from my husband who shared it but was also balancing work and writing and a fair bit of physical labour on our house…But Truitt’s intelligence and calm resolve were much appreciated.

  2. I read Light when it first came out (1985, I think). I couldn’t put it down, and loved it so much I read it a second time right away. Sadly, I lent it to someone and never saw it again. Such an intense and evocative read.

    • A really wonderful book. I’m thinking that it might be time for a piece about the novella in general. It’s such an overlooked genre, at least in the English language (though there are great novellas by English, American, and Canadian writers. Oh, and Australians: David Malouf’s An Imaginary Life is one of my favourites…) I’d love to hear about others.

      • I haven’t read any in a while, but I do like novellas. Most recent book I read was over 800 pages. Your comment brought back memories of a university course I took where we read only German novellas. One in particular, The Left-Handed Woman by Peter Handke, really stayed with me. I’ll have to try to think up some Canadian ones I’ve read…

      • Oh, try Mary Swan’s The Deep, Barbara Lambert’s Message for Mr. Lazarus, Sheila Watson’s Deep Hollow Creek (and of course Double Hook), and Ethel Wilson’s Hetty Dorval. All brief, all tightly constructed, and all memorable.

      • Scribbling them all down. Thanks for the recommendations. This brings the total of books added to the TBR list today to nine.

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