The main character in the second half of Irene Nemirovsky’s novel Suite Francaiseis a young French woman named Lucile. She lives with her mother-in-law, Madame Angellier, in a large house in a farming village outside Paris. It is 1941, Lucile’s husband is away fighting the Germans who have occupied France.
Life becomes complicated for Lucile and her mother-in-law when a German officer is billeted in their home. Madame Angellier is deeply suspicious and resentful of her daughter-in-law’s growing relationship with the enemy officer living in her house. The relationship between Lucile and Madame Angellier becomes increasingly strained throughout the second half of the book.
Nemirovsky sums up the main theme of her novel in the words of a thought sequence she puts in Lucile’s mind.
It’s a truism that people are complicated, multifaceted, contradictory, surprising, but it takes the advent of war or other momentous events to be able to see it. It is the most fascinating and the most dreadful of spectacles, she continued thinking, the most dreadful because it’s so real; you can never pride yourself on truly knowing the sea unless you’ve seen it both calm and in a storm. Only the person who has observed men and women at times like this, she thought, can be said to know them. And to know themselves.
Life is complicated. The world is a messy place. People are confusing. Our “enemies” turn out to be gentle, polite and kind. We discover they have children and families of their own who they love and with whom they struggle just like us.
The loyal citizens of our country, in defeat, become informers and traitors to their fellow citizens. Nothing is as it appears on the surface. Truth is elusive; human relationships become uncertain as loyalties constantly shift in an environment of fear and mistrust.
Nemirovsky paints a picture of a world that feels terribly familiar even to those of us who have never had the misfortune of living through a war. But, it does not take “the advent of war or other momentous events to be able to see it.” The complex reality of life is present everywhere we look for anyone with eyes open to see.
It is always possible for those who are willing to face the realities of life to learn that “you can never pride yourself on truly knowing the sea unless you’ve seen it both calm and in a storm. Only the person who has observed men and women at times like this, she thought, can be said to know them. And to know themselves.”
The wisdom in Suite Francaise is that we only truly learn the lessons of life when we are willing to see life in all its complexities and contradictions. People are not just good or bad. Events are never all dark or all light. The comfortable dualisms with which we delude ourselves are simply illusions we impose upon life in an attempt to find a safe corner in which to hide from the uncertainties and doubts that will assail us whenever we behold life whole.
We diminish ourselves and the rest of life when we divide everything into good and bad as if the lines were clearly marked on a tidy map supplied for our guidance. There are no straight lines. We do the best we can to find our way in the mass of contradictions, compromises and confusions that make up the often chaotic world in which we live. We know, if we are honest, that we are all caught in the chaos. None of us is without conflicted emotions, divided loyalties, and contradictory intentions.
Tragically, we will never know where Irene Nemirovsky was hoping to go with her insights into the twisted reality that makes up life. The two parts of the book that make up Suite Francaise were intended to be the first two parts of a five part fiction cycle. Probably Nemirovsky herself, writing in the midst of the chaotic circumstances of war torn France, was not clear where she was headed in her writing. The conclusion of her novel was cut short by her arrest and death in Auschwitz.
Like everything in life Suite Francaise remains an unfinished work.
The mess of life caught up with Nemirovsky. Her witness to the possibility of bearing the whole of life was silenced too early. We who continue in the often bewildering journey of life, honour her memory when we choose to embrace all of life in all its complexity. We honour the truth she saw when we refuse to turn away from those dark and confusing parts of life we might wish to change.
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January 24, 2011 at 8:58 am
Harry Eerkes
Life is complicated. The world is a messy place. People are confusing. Our “enemies” turn out to be gentle, polite and kind. We discover they have children and families of their own who they love and with whom they struggle just like us. ….
This reminds me of my father’s discovery …
It is late April – spring. After five years of German occupation and oppression by the Nazi’s, my father is walking through the scorched remains of what once had been a lovely park near our home. His eyes survey the carnage left by the tanks, flamethrowers, bullets, mortars and hand grenades.
Where only two days before there had been green and soft stretches of grass sprinkled with dandelions, there were now the churned up ruts of tanks, flame throwers, weapon carriers and heavy trucks; foxholes and trenches scored the once smooth hills and lawns. Large and small pieces of tree bark, broken branches, and flattened bushes litter the ground. Where only a few days before there had been the April smells of grass and new leaves and blossoms, there is now the rank odour of burnt wood and gunpowder.
And overriding it all is the putrid stink of death.
Seeing the top of someone’s head, he approaches a foxhole. In it are two German soldiers slumped over their kit bags – dead two days – scorched by flame throwers – and the buzzing of hundreds of flies around them confirms their decay.
Looking more closely, he sees one still holding the remains of a picture of a woman and child, the other holding the burn-marked copy of an open Bible.
Dad stopped and sees and cries.
“These men were our bothers.”
Harry
January 24, 2011 at 6:47 pm
jaqueline
thank you Harry.
January 24, 2011 at 9:28 am
inaspaciousplace
thank you Harry. This is such a touching story.
There must be thousands of these stories out there. I hope more of them can be shared before there is no one left to tell them.
January 24, 2011 at 4:15 pm
Rob
I agree, Harry’s beautiful sharing shows us that an individual existed that at a human level had the same needs as the rest of us and was even a believer in the same faith we adhere to or at least had a spiritual belief.
Yet we cannot let the main story by the author excuse the injustices and deliberate murder of millions of people by the countries who chose to start a war. I would like to believe that those two soldiers and the officer were caught up with the turmoil given them and had moments during that war when their conscious allowed them to be their true selves.
I’m convinced ( well for moment) that at lot of us do experience the calm and storm moment such that we do need to make decisions that allow us to remain true to our nature and protect what is required even though we might be called to do something that in our heart is wrong.
It need not be a war but certainly this occurs in many dramatic situations of world and local events.
I can relate to times of being asked to do or not do when I knew that if the person to be effected was not informed or protected than to me it was wrong. So, do I act or not.. that is the main point to my mind
Few times are we asked to go to the cross (as a minister friend of mine said years ago) but when we do, can we respond
January 24, 2011 at 6:58 pm
jaqueline
Millions were killed and millions murdered on all sides in this War. Stories that remind us that it is human beings that have died are not a form of excuse making. ..I do not think any soldiers are let off the hook, considering the way they perish.
These stories only highlight the tragedy of it all.
Perhaps especially, we need to be reminded of the humanity of those we would prefer weren’t human.
January 30, 2011 at 10:06 pm
Lindsay
Until today I hadn’t realised the British Guernsey Islands were occupied by the Germans during WW2 so British Jews people were subject to deportation too. While doing a background search about the Guernsey occupation, I stumbled across this article from the UK’s Guardian … The article is titled: “We would have done the same under Nazi occupation: Irène Némirovsky’s feted portrait of wartime France is an antidote to British complacency about collaboration”
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2006/apr/25/comment.bookscomment
In response scribe5 refers to British collaboration in Guernsey … the download pdf in the link below describes the bureaucratic process for identifying Jewish people living in the Channel Islands. It’s a tough read but it’s worth looking at the summary in the pdf …
http://www.thisisjersey.co.uk/hmd/pageviewer2.pl?Autoincrement=000013
January 31, 2011 at 6:13 am
inaspaciousplace
thank you for this Lindsay. the Guardian article is brilliant and the Guernsey reminder is sobering.
January 31, 2011 at 4:22 pm
Rob
Yes,
A book was written last year about an Islander’s notes hidden during that time and a movie was also done about 3 years ago. It was a bad time for all but of course just like other folks who tried to think good of the occupiers that was not the case and some of them who bothered the authorities were shipped and died in the camps.
All food had to be shipped to Germany and it was a crime to harbour animals not registered by death or imprisonment .
Their was restistance but limited and England did take off children and people prior but no one of course knew the consequences of staying.
February 1, 2011 at 10:30 pm
Lindsay
Hi Rob, The book I’m reading is “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society” … it’s a novel based in Guernsey just after WW2 – it’s not a hard read but I’m procrastinating and keep allowing myself to get side-tracked. Somehow the Guernsey pdf seemed more poignant … real people real situation … I keep thinking of those people and the dilemmas they faced … and am finding it hard to stay with the fictitious characters in the book. Thank goodness book club is on Thursday! Only 80 pages left to go, and then I can close this book and forget about it. The pdf … a totally different story …
February 2, 2011 at 11:03 pm
Rob
Lindsay
I saw a movie first than read this book last year and the impression I got was the dear letters were found after the war but in hidden script told you what happened. Might be wrong.//