On the one hand, there are times (say, perhaps, every time certain mid-1990s musicians have yet another new posthumous album or fresh-published journal) when the phrase previously undiscovered works end up leaving a bad taste in ones mouth like other peoples money. On the other hand, there are times when the phrase tastes like sweet, sweet justice.
Since the initial French publication of Irène Némirovskys novel Suite Française in 2004, it has gone on to sell over1.5 million copies in thirty different languages, prompting the re-release of a dozen earlier books. Now another previously undiscovered work, Chaleur de Sang, has been discovered and is slated for publication in September.
What makes this case unusual, as many readers have since learned, is that Suite Française was written from 1940 to 1942 and was only published more than 60 years after Némirovsky, a Ukrainian-born Jewish writer, died in Auschwitz. Her earlier novels were published in the 1930s.
This undiscovered book wasn't as easy to find as just tripping over it in one's living room, either; rather, it's a decade-spanning mother-daughter team-up that's kind of heartrending.
Like Suite Française, this unpublished wartime novel was buried among a jumble of Némirovskys papers rescued by her young daughters, Denise and Élisabeth Epstein, after their father, Michel Epstein, was also deported to Auschwitz. He died there in November 1942, three months after Némirovsky.
Denise and Élisabeth, who carried their mothers papers while hiding from the German and French police, were reluctant to go through them after the war. But after Élisabeth died in 1996, Denise began transcribing the handwritten manuscript of Suite Française. Finally, in 2004, it was published to acclaim by Éditions Denoël in Paris.
Denise Epstein, who is now 77 and lives in Toulouse in southwest France, has recalled that her father would often type Némirovskys manuscripts. And indeed, among the writers papers she found 10 typed pages of Chaleur du Sang. But the narrative broke off in midsentence.
Then in 2005, to ensure their preservation, Némirovskys archives were deposited at the Information Institute of Contemporary Publishing in Paris. And it was there that Olivier Philipponnat and Patrick Lienhardt, who are preparing a biography of Némirovsky to be published here this fall, found the rest of Chaleur du Sang in her own minuscule handwriting.
I'm interested in reading it when it comes out here, though reports from this article as well as galleycat peg it as a pretty straightforward Jane Austen-ish pastoral romance full of tragedy and childhood sweethearts, which isn't much my cup of tea at all. Another recently re-released Nemirovsky novel by the name of David Golder, however, has been garnering a lot of debate and I might end up reading that one instead if it's released out here. Apparently the title character is one wealthy and grumpy Jewish immigrant to Paris, and when paired by the fact that Nemirovsky and her family converted to Catholicism in the early 1940s (though whether for spiritual comfort or hope of physical protection, no one will likely know now), quite a few people are accusing the novel of anti-Semetic self-loathing and are taking personal offense.
Her supposed self-hating has been more of an issue in the Anglo-Saxon world and Israel than here, said Olivier Rubinstein, president of Éditions Denoël. ...I am not trying to hide aspects that are disagreeable, he went on, but I think the question is more complex. I think it was less anti-Semitism than the disdain that bourgeois Jews like Némirovsky had for immigrant shtetl Jews from Poland and Russia. And remember, were judging actions of 1938 with the post-Holocaust eyes of 2007.
It all seems a bit more like your run-of-the-mill socioeconomic elitism than any sort of racial malice, especially in a world still naive to fact that loathing was about to be redefined altogether. Whatever the culprit, it appears to make for interesting debate, but the biggest issue of all remains - to me, at least - fact that these books have survived to be read and enjoyed and debated over at all.
So take note: though things might look dark and difficult or even horrific at times, art will always find a way. Even death can not stop it; all it can do is delay it for a little while.
I'm so glad stuff gets discovered long after. I have an organizationally impaired collection of tons of writings and drawings I've done (as well as thousands of poorly or un-labeled live and unreleased recordings by various artists). I recently left all that kind of stuff to the only person I know who would take the time to go through it (and he'd catalogue every last thing, too). So, hopefully he won't die before me, or all is lost
The difference being that IN's "new" publication will be worth reading.
_DictionaryGirl_
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APR 07, 2007 10:00 PM