Rendez-vous in Venice by Philippe Beaussant

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Pages: 127

Lu en /Read in: Anglais/English

Langue originale/Original language: Francais/French

Titre en francais/French title : le rendez-vous de Venise

Obtenu/Got: Charity shop

Couverture Francaise:

9782253108962

Mon appreciation :

J’ai bien aimé. Superbement écrit. Court. Amis de la belle prose, par ici!

L’histoire en bref:

Pierre a travaillé avec son viel oncle Charles depuis une quinzaine d’années. Il meurt et lègue tout a Pierre. Son oncle était très organisé et Pierre se chargeait de tout ranger, connaissait tous les papiers par cœur donc pas de surprises…à priori. Que dire alors de ce petit carnet qu’il n’a jamais vu où son oncle raconte un amour qu’il a eu a Venise avec Judith des années auparavant. Pourtant, Pierre connait son oncle. On ne travaille pas 15 ans avec quelqu’un sans le connaitre, sans savoir ce qu’il dirait exactement dans telle ou telle circonstance. Alors une histoire d’amour?

Pierre est choqué. Et c’est encore avec une plus grande surprise qu’il tombe par hasard sur cette Judith des années plus tard à une conférence. En discutant avec elle, il semblerait qu’il ai été loin de la vérité concernant son oncle. Qui était alors cet homme qui lui a tout appris et communique son amour pour l’art?

Pierre se retrouve à devoir faire face au regret de ne pas avoir connu cet oncle et à s’interroger sur sa propre vie lorsque lui aussi tombe amoureux.

Mon avis:

Une petite surprise de charity shop. C’est un livre français à l’origine mais traduit ici en anglais. Je l’aurais vu en France, je ne pense pas que j’aurais été attirée par la couverture.

J’ai trouvé le livre très bien écrit et particulièrement les descriptions. J’ai été subjuguée lorsque Judith raconte comment l’oncle de Pierre voyait dans les peintures la vie des personnages, leur traits de personnalité. C’était vraiment intéressant et j’aurais aimé être là aussi et avoir quelqu’un qui me parle des tableaux comme lui le faisait, voyait une vie derrière une scène.

L’histoire en elle-même n’est, je dirais, pas extraordinaire. Ce que j’en retiens surtout c’est l’écriture et le questionnement. Combien de fois se dit-on que des personnes disparaissent en emmenant leur vie, leurs anecdotes, leurs actions avec eux. Et c’est parfois avec grand regret qu’il n’y a pas de traces de l’essence de la personne. Ici nous avons l’oncle de Pierre qui semble assez rigide, âgé et malade l’hiver qui vit une histoire d’amour avec Judith sous le signe de l’art et qui cache à son neveux pendant 15 ans l’existence d’une vie amoureuse. Pierre lui se retrouve face a la mort d’un oncle qu’il affectionnait, oncle pour pour qui il a travaillé pendant des années et que cette Judith ne semble pas connaitre. Le Charles qu’elle décrit était tellement passionné que c’en était contagieux.

Alors Pierre s’interroge sur sa propre vie. C’est ce que l’on fait tous à un moment ou un autre à se demander: suis-je en train de prendre le même chemin que mes parents? Cette fameuse reproduction de schéma, se trouver sa propre place dans sa propre vie.

p 24 “ a true masterpiece, I speak of those which will never die, which are forever a small treasure men have given to the world, a true masterpiece is a work which offers in its most beautiful form the most faithful image of the epoch of its birth.

p 76 ” Mouth and eyes are inseparable, my uncle used to say. They console each other, but sometimes they also contradict each other

Rendez-vous in Venice by Philippe Beaussant

My Liking:

liked it. Beautifully written. Short book.

The story in short

Pierre worked with his uncle Charles for about 15 years. He dies and gives everything to Pierre. His uncle was really organised and Pierre was in charge of it so he knew all the paperwork by heart so no surprises…in theory. What to say about this little notebook that he never saw where his uncle writes a love story he had in Venise with Judith years ago.
Pierre knows his uncle. You cannot possibly work with someone for 15 years and not know
them, without knowing even what they would say in this or this circumstance. A love story his uncle?

Pierre is chocked. And it is even a bigger surprise when he meets this Judith years later at a conference. In talking with her, it seems he was far from knowing the truth about his uncle.
Who was he then, this man who taught him everything he knows and communicated his love
for art?

Pierre finds himself to have to face this regret of not knowing this man and starts to
wonder about his own life when himself falls in love.

My opinion :

A nice surprise found in a Charity shop. Originally a french book, here in english.
It would have been in France I don’t think I would have gone for the cover.

I found the book beautifully written and particularly the descriptions. I was subjugated when Judith tells how Pierre’s uncle used to see the paintings, the life of their characters and their personnality. It was really interesting and I would have liked to be there and hear more about it by someone who sees stories in a painting.

The story in itself, I would say is not extraordinay. What I mainly retain is the writing and the questionning. How many times we think when someone disappear taking their life, their stories, their actions with them. And it is sometime with great regrets that there is no trace of the true person. Here we have Pierre’s uncle who seems quite strict, old and ill in winter who has a love story with Judith under the sign of art that he hides from his nephew for 15 years.
Pierre finds himself facing his uncle’s death, man he liked, for whom he worked many years that this Judith doesn’t seems to know. The Charles she knew was passionate and it was sort of contagious.

So Pierre wonders about his own life. What we all do at some point wondering: am-I taking the same path as my parents? This famous family pattern, to find our own place in our own life.

p 24 “ a true masterpiece, I speak of those which will never die, which are forever a small treasure men have given to the world, a true masterpiece is a work which offers in its most beautiful form the most faithful image of the epoch of its birth.

p 76 ” Mouth and eyes are inseparable, my uncle used to say. They console each other, but sometimes they also contradict each other

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