“What did you do with your life?”
Now our market is filled with tabloid “female” novels. I’m sorry for those who are addicted to them. It’s like watching TV shows or going to the forest in a spacesuit. In them there is no place for life, mind, real feeling.
But the novels of the French writer Françoise Sagan are real novels written by a woman and for women. They have so much feeling, so much taste!
And the first work that brought her fame, “Hello, sadness!”, And the second “Vague smile,” written with deliberate calm. The tragic coloring of what is happening slowly emerges through the impassive narrative and accurate accurate syntax of the phrases. The heroines seem to be turning away from us so that we do not see their tears.
The most piercing novel is the novel “A little sun in cold water”. These words from the poem by Paul Eluard are unusually beautiful: “And my sadness is like the sun in cold water.” This epigraph helps us understand the basic idea of the novel. The sun did not warm the water, it only lighted it for a moment. Great love has not changed the ordinary, but only caused a deep sadness over the unrealizable.
Gilles Lantier, a successful journalist, suffers from depression. His life is easy and unclouded. Unscrupulous and funny girlfriends, interesting work, no financial difficulties. Why is it so hard for him? Gilles rushes
F. Sagan describes a terrific woman. She is beautiful, natural, intelligent, elegant. She has an excellent family, a secure life. Natalie falls in love with Gilles just at first sight. The “exotic bird” that flew from the capital strikes her imagination. And besides, he is deeply unhappy. It’s just pissed off the spot. She, obviously, as Anna Karenina, until this hour and did not know that there is love in the world.
In general, in Sagan’s works, women are always amazing, just like Chekhov’s: “and face, and clothes, and thoughts…” That’s how our heroes would live in a cozy beautiful house on the river bank. But Gilles attracts Paris, a city-holiday. Natalie goes with him, warning that she will leave him immediately if she realizes that there is no more love. Gilles, like Vronsky over Anna’s words: “You will regret, but it will be too late,” does not think too much about this strange phrase for the beginning of a happy love.
Lovers go to Paris. How happy Gilles and Natalie! I just envy them. Both are intelligent – and they are interesting together, they are both young and beautiful – and their passion is unquenchable. Well, just an example for the younger generation!
However, the monstrous contradiction between the great gift of love with which people are endowed, and his ridiculous, distorted incarnation in life all destroyed. Life, to which Gilles was accustomed, is incompatible with high love. He is smaller than Natalie.
Natalie has only just met Jean, and already feels his empty envious little soul. Jean, however, was dumbfounded, realizing what treasure, what happiness he had got. Jean thinks that Lovelace Gilles is not worthy of such a woman. And he also realizes that he is losing his comrade of bachelor pleasures. Jean acts like a serpent-tempter, pushes his friend on the usual path. Gilles rests: he genuinely loves Natalie. And yet a penny little mind to combine a new and old life has already settled in his head.
He still does not understand that Natalie loves seriously, selflessly, for life. The empty, indifferent voice of the man, in which everything burns out, tells the hero about the last day of Natalie’s life. As if on purpose they came with Jean to Zhil’s home and started a dangerous conversation. A friend pushes Gilles to the conclusion that Natalie already bothers him. He did not feel this, it was just awkward to show Jean that there was no cynicism, that there was only love for Natalie.
And then – how our hero was panicked when he realized that Natalie could hear their conversation! But even here he did not have the courage to repent, to explain himself. He had to hug her, to bury his ungodly head in her lap, a hundred times he had to say how he loved her. I should have, but I did not do it. He decided that he would explain later. The time, common to Gilles and Natalie, was no longer there. He frantically searches for his beloved, realizing that it is already late. The hero remembers Natalie’s words, spoken by her in a quiet town on the river bank.
These dramatic pages leave no one indifferent. Tears involuntarily appear: so inevitable and so sad all that has happened. François Sagan herself has always cried over the fate of her heroines, whose spiritual impulse breaks down about a harmful “habitat” for them: Natalie, Anna, Dominica. Therefore, Sagan’s books are bestsellers for more than forty years, that their main theme is the death of love. And this theme is embodied in the most refined form.