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The first love affair most of us have is with our mothers. In The Rendezvous, 18-year-old Louise sits in the Parisian cafe where her divorced parents met, whiling away a long, fruitless wait for her mother, Alice, by replaying scenes from their lives. Gorgeous, absentee Alice is a supreme narcissist and completely unconvincing liar who dabbles in hard drugs and spends time in prison. Though Louise affects a dispassionate cool as she conjures her up, her descriptions are those of a jilted suitor still longing for the lover who razed her heart. Alice is enticingly wild and generous, too, a horrendous parent but a shining chimera who goes up in flames with a grin. Translated from French and billed as a roman à clef that is "part memoir, part fiction," this debut novel by Justine Levy, the daughter of French philosopher Bernard Henri Levy, is slight in scope but addictive and elegant, even as the scenes inscribed rival those in Bosch's paintings of hell. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
In a humorous reversal of the French notion of rendezvous, Louise, the young narrator of this irresistable first novel, unravels her personal tale while waiting in a Parisian cafe for her mother. It is not just any cafe, however, but the one in which her parents, now divorced, met 20 years before; and it is not just any mother, but a gorgeous, extravagantly wayward fashion model, drug addict, and shoplifter. Louise is wise to Alice (we're never quite sure if she's going to show up or not), rather than bitter regarding her neglect of Louise during her childhood, the ghastly details of which the narrator recalls with a Gallic shrug: "This is drama. This is tragedy. This is why I suffer and why there's nothing to do about it." Levy manages a marvelous classical unity of time, manner, and place, and her descriptions (some guy has a "Bourbon profile"; Alice's lesbian lover has "strangler's hands") are fresh and funny in Davis's easy-going translation. We're not sure how Louise turned out so sanely, but we're glad she did. For all readers.?Amy Boaz, "Library Journal"
Copyright 1997 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.