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Doubles Jeux de Pauline Bouquin

Doubles Jeux, le roman de Pauline Bouquin s’apparente par l’ambiance à un thriller psychologique, un polar, un film d’épouvante même. Et n’oublions pas que les histoires d’amour peuvent être compliquées … Bref, on y suit les mésaventures de Sophie, une jeune femme certes fragile, parfois déboussolée, d’autres dirait déséquilibrée, mais attachante.

Doubles JeuxJe dirais d’ailleurs que le portrait de Sophie est un des points forts de ce roman : j’ai trouvé son profil psychologique convaincant, son comportement absolument plausible, étant donné les circonstances auxquelles elle doit faire face. Je ne cacherai pas que je lui a trouvé des côtés agaçants parfois, dans le mode « Hé, ho, Sophie, t’es sûre là ? » mais l’auteure m’implique tout à fait dans son histoire, et je me range donc du côté des personnes qui vont croire cette femme et la défendre.

Parce qu’il lui arrive des choses vraiment pas sympas à notre  héroïne, surtout pendant une lune de miel… Pas question de dévoiler l’intrigue bien sûr mais il suffira de dire que des événements accablants viendront acculer Sophie, seule contre tous, aux bords de la folie.

La scène qui suit le premier choc est particulièrement réussie à mon sens et a une qualité cinématographique. A propos de la construction du roman, Double Jeux commence par une série de saynètes qui donnent le ton pour la suite avec des bribes d’allusions à un drame, des drames ? Elles ne sont pas présentées par ordre chronologique (il doit y avoir un mot savant pour ça mais je ne suis pas motivée pour aller faire des recherches terminologiques là tout de suite) et suscitent des questions, sèment le doute, bref, installent un malaise. Le roman se poursuit ensuite par un interlude enchanté, un scénario de rêve dans lequel pointent néanmoins quelques nuages qu’on devine porteurs de mauvais temps … puis le choc, puis l’enchaînement des dérives de l’héroïne puis …

J’allais oublier de mentionner la cadre fabuleux, à tous les sens du terme, des Highlands. Les paysages de cette belle contrée sont un personnage à part entière, magnifique, hostile parfois, comme le sont souvent les endroits grandioses. Difficile en effet de rester insensible à ces terres, a fortiori quand il s’y passe des choses belles – et moins belles.

 

A ranger sans hésiter dans sa bibliothèque au rayon « auteure à suivre ».

The sweetest film ever: “Blinded by the Light” by Gurinder Chadha

 

Tblinded by the light filmhis review contains the same health warning as the one I wrote, in full fan mode, of the book written by Bruce Springsteen, Born to Run: you’ll probably enjoy this film a lot more if you are a Springsteen fan. I’ll pass on the “who isn’t ?” question. You are or you’re not, very much a pregnant or not type of question. (You’re getting my theory on this anyway:  if you’ve attended a Springsteen gig, non-E-street band period included, and come away from it impressed/ecstatic/uplifted/awed/blown away, you join the legions of adoring fans. If you come away with a “meh” then you’re weird, it’s that simple). However, the film really does stand on its own, honest.

Meet Javed and his Pakistani family who live in Luton. The year is 1987, things are pretty tough for the family generally. And things are tough for Javed. At the start of the film (well, after the opening credits), he is sixteen and about to enter sixth form college, intent on pursuing his dream of becoming a writer. A student there introduces him to Bruce Springsteen by slipping him two cassettes : Born in the USA and Darkness on the Edge of Town (these are two of the many HUGE albums for the non-afficionados out there). I’ll stop right there plot-wise. I’m pretty sure the trailer gives more spoilers than these few words but you can go and see the film for the rest of this sweet story.

My other half and I went went to see Blinded by the Light at a cinema (yay, proper film watching, it only happens once in a  blue moon…) and our heartstrings were well and truly tugged. His, because he was exactly the same age as the protagonist in 1987 and lived a few miles away from Luton, mine, because that’s exactly how I (and every other teenager, surely) fell in love with  music. More specifically of course I fell heavily for Springsteen’s music and  famous lyrics (the intensity of the worship increased sharply after 1992, the year I first saw him and the “other” band in concert). The meaning of life in one amazing track ? Tick. The guy really gets it ? Tick. It’s amazing how this song really talks to little you personally? Tick.

A couple of times, hubby knew what was about to happen, because some of the events of that year left memories, and not only the best ones. There was plenty to be generally nostalgic about however, and for all you Brits who lived in the UK then and are still there now, please realise that nostalgia is magnified one-hundred fold when you’ve left the country many years ago.  Those teenage memories of the Thatcher years, the amazing new music, the racist incidents depicted in the film, the fun of being a teenager, at least sometimes, all served back to you in two hours, it’s all a bit … yeah. As for me, I moved to the UK in 1989 for a few years, before that I’d only been to England every year for a month and anyway it was Manchester I went to (the North in that three times repeated of the sign that said “London” one way, “The North” the other way, with “sucks” graffitied after “Luton” in the first shot…) so this was not “my” film quite as much as “his” film.

But actually yes it was, it was very much my film too. The big 80s hits at the start of the film, heavy on synths, are my music, OK, they’re everybody’s music who was 16 then. But as soon as the first Springsteen track came on, it really was my music, my film, OK it’s every fan’s track but you get my point. I know all the lyrics without them needing to be projected all over the set. I, like Jared, quoted lyrics to like-minded friends in lieu of conversation (amazing how long you can keep goin when you have a decently sized corpus of songs to draw on). I remember exactly the shock of Bobby Jean resonating with every fibre of my being on the very first listen (later versions are even better than the Born in the USA one by the way.) I was going to be somebody’s fondly remembered Bobby Jean, who would be having an amazing life after that guy she’d totally forgotten…(Come to think of it, it’s a good job the boyfriend of the time didn’t quiz me on my favourite track on that album.) I soaked up those amazing lyrics (the French are very scathing about the lack of lyricists in what they call Anglo-Saxon music but those in the know concede that Springsteen is an exception, so I could reassure my French friends that here was a true and worthy member of the auteur-compositeur-interprète tribe). I know that Bruce hasn’t got the answer to anything but I also know he’s fantastic about describing what needs an answer.

 

I loved practically everything about the film, the actors (and the fun of recognising familiar faces), the nice rhythm of the film, the composite picture of the hardships endured by families like Javed’s. I share my little gripe with a reviewer (who replaced Mark Kermode one day, look it up and if I’ve not managed to check his name out by the time you read this, sorry Mister): it’s true that the fantasy scenes were a teeny bit neither one thing or another. I think you had to either go full La La Land mode or film it “straight”. But hey, it’s a minor gripe. And I LOVED the details. I loved  Javed’s mate’s Dad, the Rod Stewart wannabee embarrassing his son, Javed’s love interest’s Dad, dressed and acting like John Cleese in Faulty Towers embarrassing his daughter. I loved the recurring car theme – the joke goes that if Springsteen didn’t drive, half his songs wouldn’t exist (which is a wild exaggeration but yes, the car does have a big part in the iconic Thunder Road ).

 

And Gurinder, I really really hope that my favourite detail was deliberate. When Javed and the embarrassing Dad number 1 sing Thunder Road together, it’s the Dad who sings “You ain’t a beauty but hey you’re alright”, a lyric addressed to the Mary of the song, a lyric I’ve never quite forgiven Bruce for… Yeah, I know, nobody’s perfect. You have Javed sweetly picking up the singing a little later, looking soulfully at the girl he’s after, and for that I thank you.

 

 

Listening to an interview with Gurinder Chadha about this film was a delight too. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a director who sounded that normal and positive and kind of together.

Justine ou Juliette de Sophie Delenclos

Justine ou JulietteAprès les deux premiers livres de Sophie Delenclos, Amour à durée indéterminée et Campagne de séduction massive et aussi une nouvelle dans Si tu me cherches … Tu me trouves !, j’anticipais avec plaisir son dernier né (mais certainement pas le dernier si vous me suivez).

Je n’ai pas été déçue et j’ai retrouvé les marques de fabrique de l’auteur·e/autrice/auteuse (au choix). D’abord, j’ai de nouveau eu un coup de cœur pour des personnages travaillés, avec une majorité quand même d’êtres sympas (bon, il faut toujours des méchants, c’est la vie), pas parfaits mais attrayants, menant le genre de vie qu’on peut connaître ou du moins souvent rencontrer. La représentation du monde du travail est toujours aussi réussie : fonctions, secteur, relationnel au bureau, tout sonne juste. Et Justine ou Juliette nous offre en prime un aperçu du métier des gens qui prennent leur plume pour faire plaisir aux lectrices et aux lecteurs.

Bref, un prix de la meilleure romance amplement méritée ! Je n’oublie évidemment pas la love story et j’avoue que je n’avais pas prévu une des astuces du scénario, ce qui n’a évidemment pas gâché mon plaisir. On a envie de presser Justine euh pardon Sophie Delenclos  de nous sortir sa prochaine romance au plus tôt…