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Helen Garner’s launch speech for Poum and Alexandre, Readings Carlton 12 October
At eight o’clock this morning I was on a tram, rolling along Flemington Road on my way to my office to make a few notes for what I’d say tonight about Catherine de Saint Phalle’s new book
The tram was packed but I got a seat. Someone opposite me stood up and a boy of six or seven was slid into the empty place by a harried-looking older woman, plainly his grandmother. The child was blond with a very large head, fine features, and hair cut short. He looked around brightly and said in a clear voice, to the passengers in general, ‘Good morning!’ The people around him didn’t raise their eyes from their phones. It was up to me: I could either machine-gun the lot of them or I could answer his greeting. I said ‘Good morning!’ He looked straight at me and held out his right hand to show me its palm. On that hand he had only three fingers. He twisted it into a private knot and laid it on his knee. He said, ‘I’m Mason. I’m a spy.’ I said, ‘Where do you spy?’ He said, ‘At school.’ ‘What do you see, when you spy?’ He said, ‘I see a ghost.’ ‘A ghost?’ ‘I see a girl. But she’s gone.’ ‘Where’s she gone? Why did she go?’ He raised one hand high above his head. ‘She got bigger and had to go to another school.
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Poum and Alexandre: A Paris Memoir
I could never doubt that I was reading the impressions and memories of a real eight-year old girl, and yet there were times when I might have been reading a fairy tale. A tale that was both flooded with light and overcast by dark clouds.
Stories was so important to Poum and Alexandre; they loved the telling of tales, and they drew from those stories to try to make sense of the world, their relationship and their own seemingly troubled history, for themselves and for their daughter.
Consequently, this book is threaded through with references to Greek mythology, the Odyssey, the Magna Carta, the Napoleonic Wars, Rodin and Claudel, the French Resistance
It sounds a little eccentric - and there are moments when it makes the book a little too dark and dense - but it feels utterly real and utterly right.
Catherine knows that her parents and her upbringing are unusual; and the words she writes about filled with wonder, with love, and completely without judgement.
She knows though that something is not right.
She senses disapproval from her wider family, and those relations are he