The Lover

Could definitely see this being a 4 or 5 star read for a lot of people, but I read it too closely to another book with an extremely similar premise and kept finding myself losing interest for that reason. Beautiful writing though.

This book feels as though, through whispers, someone is confiding in you about an untold life lived long ago, it is fragmented, dulcet and intimate. Her prose are reminiscent of an impressionist painting. It presents a stripped portrayal of form that exudes evocative and abstract imagery using the repetition of dappled memories that weave in and out of the writers consciousness, accentuating the dreamlike quality that memories often evoke.

If you suspect that Dumas is French, then you have obviously been reading my blog for a while and know that I am currently obsessed with all things French. This book was recommended in Great French Books and, since I had it in my TBR (and it's been there for a good year), I decided to give it a read.

Would you like it? Do you like to read stories about poor young women who give themselves to rich fellows? In real life, this apparently happened to Dumas. It's quite sad, really. I'm starting to find that many (most?) French books are quite sad.