Elegance

The orig­i­nal French edi­tion of Muriel Barbery’s novel


The Elegance of the Hedgehog is a won­der­ful novel. Moving, thought­ful, highly obser­vant. I didn’t want to put it down. Unusual for a lit­er­ary work, it is also a page-​​turner. I really wanted to keep going, to fol­low the story, to know how things turn out for the two main char­ac­ters and at least a cou­ple of the sec­ondary ones. I wanted to spend more time in their company.

Barbery, a pro­fes­sor of phi­los­o­phy in France, born in Casablanca, cre­ates a very acces­si­ble world, with a light touch, even though some of the sub­ject mat­ter is heavy. She sets her novel on the Left Bank in Paris, in an upper-​​middle-​​class apart­ment build­ing, filled with the well-​​to-​​do, with intel­lec­tual and polit­i­cal heavy weights. She paints the pic­ture by alter­nat­ing two voices, one who speaks directly to us, the other via her diary.

Renée Michel is a 54-​​year-​​old concierge at that apart­ment build­ing. She keeps to her­self and is deter­mined never to devi­ate from the tra­di­tional façade of a French concierge. But we soon learn she has a secret life. The life of the mind. Devoted to read­ing great works of lit­er­a­ture, view­ing great art, and lis­ten­ing to fine clas­si­cal music, Madame Michel also dis­plays acute pow­ers of obser­va­tion and analy­sis. Though she never went beyond high school, she trea­sures what she learns and observes in a way that seems at odds with the res­i­dents of 7, Rue de Grenelle, most of whom seem to take their edu­ca­tion too much for granted.

The other voice is the pre­co­cious Paloma Josse, a 12-​​year-​​old girl, who tells her diary that she will com­mit sui­cide when she turns 13, because she can not find any mean­ing to life. Unlike Madame Michel, Paloma is born into com­fort and has access to the best edu­ca­tion France can offer. She, too, is acutely aware of her sur­round­ings and doesn’t like what she sees for the most part. The bane of her exis­tence is her sis­ter, Colombe, a phi­los­o­phy stu­dent who seems obliv­i­ous to her lit­tle sister’s need for silence and solitude.

The two voices are brought together, even­tu­ally, pri­mar­ily as a result of a new ten­ant in the build­ing, Mr Ozu. A rich, Japanese busi­ness­man of great refine­ment, Mr. Ozu and Paloma strike up a friend­ship and both decide to draw out Madame Michel. They see some­thing in her that no one else in the build­ing has ever seen. Both Madame Michel and Paloma also have a thing for Japanese cul­ture, so the trio is set to mesh well almost from the start. Even his last name is seduc­tive for Madame Michel, as one of her favorite direc­tors is Yasujiro Ozu, a dis­tant rela­tion. Perhaps the only stum­bling block in the way is class, a sub­ject Barbery tack­les through­out the novel from both “sides”.

There is much true kind­ness on dis­play in the novel. Gifts, friend­ship, moments of true under­stand­ing, as Peter Handke would say. Cruelty is a part of the world of that build­ing, and we learn it is a deeply rooted part of Renée Michel’s tragic past. Barbery does not sugar-​​coat the cru­elty or make Hallmark cards out of the kind­ness. This reader found them to be organic parts of the whole.


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There are rumors that a film is in the works. While I would love to see the book made into a movie, it is also obvi­ous that the trans­la­tion from book to sil­ver screen will not be easy. So much of the story comes from the philo­soph­i­cal mus­ings of both main char­ac­ters, cre­at­ing visual reflec­tions of those mus­ings will be dif­fi­cult. It is not really a novel of exter­nal dia­logue and action, but of ideas and their objec­tive cor­rel­a­tives. It is a novel where the inner voice, our own dia­logue with our­selves, take prece­dence. It will be inter­est­ing to see how the direc­tor decides to present The Elegance of the Hedgehog. To see how she or he brings in all of the cul­tural touch­stones, from Tolstoy, to Husserl, to the movies of Ozu, to Japanese tea cer­e­monies, to William of Ockham and back again .…



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