Received a copy of Moon in a Dead Eye By Pascal Garnier through the First Reads Giveaway
The thought of winning a giveaway for a noir novel with "old folks" and their varying personalities being at the heart of the matter was really tempting. When I won the giveaway this was one of the books that I was looking forward to receiving and devouring in the process. This book unfortunately came later than the 4-6 weeks that was described, but I would like to thank the people of Gallic Books for air mailing a copy that I received three business days after notification.
With respects to the book Moon in a Dead Eye by Pascal Garnier I really enjoyed the subtleties of the characters quirks, their own individual mishaps and the events that followed. It tells a story of how a seemingly idyllic situation can change from an amazing imagination to an absurd reality. When few people inhabit a grand building in a beautiful city they must embrace the realization that at their core they are, for better or worse, social beings. At times you wonder why do we have to be like Mr.Rogers and get to know our neighbours, when the more you know the more it may conflict with or enhance your own personal ideals. All the while the one mediator present is a "CARETAKER" introducing himself as Monsieur Flesh, that may have been a big indicator that this was definitely not a retirees nirvana and dark moments lie ahead.
A problem I had with this book was that at times the affluence of the retirement resorts occupants influences the readers interpretation of their mental/physical capacities. I kept picturing highly-vitaminized,mineralized and exercised elderly people that had a younger disposition. You forget that through all of their internal conflicts and physical problems that they faced they were in fact older than you are lead to believe. With bad knees, wonky backs, and brains that like to wander this book delves into the mentality of youthful exuberance while keeping the decrepit nature of old age at arms length. This book also makes it hard to distinguish what has caused a lot of the characters delusions, is it their living arrangements or did they bring early on sets of dementia with them?
I also thought that this book could have been more grim with a little more despair. For some people their was probably a serviceable amount, but for my tastes my expectations were for a little more. I know a blurb on the book suggested that it fell in line with a Quentin Tarantino film but I would say for the western world it had more of an Alexander Payne feel and he could really exploit the dry humour. Since it is a novel set in France written by a Frenchmen, it would be apropos to have it directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet who could really bring the grim nature of the resort to life.
At first they wanted to embrace the youth that escaped them, by the end death didn't seem like such a bad idea. I recommend this book to anyone that enjoys a different read with personality conflicts enclosed in a self-imposed claustrophobia. That is if the gate is working, than your free to go wherever you may roam, but don't let the Gypsies get you.
While reading this book I was trying to put a more suburban, middle class, Canadian feel with my grandparents as my inspiration and the way I envisioned them discussing the matter of retirement. Some names and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals:)
"Hey Viv, can you stop your scrapbooking for one second and come up to bed, their is something very important I have to discuss with you." A smile widens across Harold's face.
"One more page Harold. I will be up in 5 minutes." her focus on her own creative outlet maintains intensity
"You have been saying that for 15 minutes already. COME, UP, NOW!!!" He stomps to each word of his prolonged shout
"Uhhhhhhhhhh, Hold your horses dammit I'm coming" She reluctantly gets up carefully putting her scrapbook on the endtable with her beautiful grandchildren smiling up at her. She climbs the stairs trudging along step-by-step knowing that if it weren't for the 5 screws in her ankle and the fact that it is miserable outside she would be flying up the same stairs she broke her ankle on. Vivian opens the door to see Harold sitting on the side of the bed in front of the window with his glasses firmly placed on the bridge of his nose.
"What is it Harold? What is so important that you couldn't wait to discuss it over dinner? I'm making your favourite," Harold interrupts
"You know you can't eat red meat"
"Three Bean Chili"
"Will you please stop spewing assinine statements like that? Since you turned 50 that pun has been rightfully intended and you will not interrupt my sleep tonight."Vivian takes an extended breath and tells Harold, "I am making Shepherd's Pie with ground Tofurkey"
"Exciting" With a roll of the eyes he reaches for a brochure that was placed beside him on his wife's side of the bed.
"You know Viv, I have been looking around at the best retirement location that fits both of our individual needs, and knowing your intent to stay within a certain parameters of our grandchildren I have found the perfect compromise." Vivian takes a seat next to Harold on the bed and attentively looks Harold in the eyes.
"I'm listening" their is a precarious tone to Vivian's voice much like the time Harold wanted to spend $5,000 on Facebook to receive his unclaimed fortune from an unknown Nigerian Bank.
"There's this newly developed gated retirement resort in Vancouver that promises daily caretakers,coordinated daily activities,full service dining executed by a renowned chef, library for reading,gardens to tend, and is also conveniently located near shops and other amenities." Harold was so proud at his findings and was eager to hear Vivian's response.
"What do you think honey bunny?" Harold had that convincing gleam in his eye that used to melt Vivian's heart now she's wondering if he needs his eye drops.
"You know Harold, if it sounds good to you" At that time Harold kissed Vivian and used the bounce of the bed to get to his feet, appearing very spry. He walked down the stairs leaving Vivian to conduct her own investigation...