
Marie NDiaye (photo credit Catherine Hélie) received even more attention to her reaction to the prize, as opposed to the prize itself. She spoke out against the Sarkozy government, particularly its surveillance programs, and a leading member of Parliament proposed she be asked to recant. It's all in this Christian Science Monitor article from Robert Marquand.

In Part One, Norah is dispatched to her father in Senegal. It’s been a long time between visits, as she and her sister were sent off with their mother after the divorce while he kept custody of his son Sony. Dad remarried and has twins, but now mom is dead and Sony is accused of killing her. Things don’t go well.
Part Two finds Fanta Descas having left Senegal, where she was a teacher, to follow Rudy to France, where he takes a job at a kitchen contractor, having lost his job as a teacher, and Fanta can’t take a job at all. Things don’t go well.
And Part Three is the journey of Khady Demba. Having lost her husband and livelihood, she is kicked out of the in-laws family and is given the meager tools needed to emigrate, only there are lots of roadblocks, such as the man who takes her under his wing sets her up as a prostitute. Things don’t go well.
There were two overriding questions of the evening. Our first confusion was over the title of the book. How are these women strong? I mentioned that several reviewers noted that French title of the book, Trois Femmes Puissantes, might have better been translated as powerful, but that’s still confusing. That said, it becomes clearer that the author might have meant for the stories’ title to be tongue in cheek.
A similar discussion erupted over whether the book was in fact a novel. Was it collected novellas, or even three short stories? After all, most story collections have some sort of connecting thread, even if that is the author’s point of view. What is the narrative thread that connects the three paintings of the tryptich? In a way, I was reminded a bit of Michael Ondaatje’s Divisadero, where I got to the middle of the story and was blindsided by the structural changes.

One thing the group was able to do was piece together the links. I knew that Khady of the last story was caring for the twins in the first one, but I didn’t quite catch that Khady of the third section was trying to emigrate to Fanta of the second section. A business deal connected parts one and two.

There was some discussion about some of the images in the novel, particularly the birds. Were they augurs of change, or was this, as Paul Harding noted, just a case where NDiaye liked having strange bird incidents gracing the story? The Italian jacket, below, also used a little bird imagery, but most of the other European designers positioned the book as "African woman in deep thought."
The art director for the hardcover clearly saw the birds as an important image (note the wing above), while the paperback designer seemed to be drawn to the flowers, which also played a part in the stories. However, one of the plants pictured is not wisteria, which was probably the most arresting floral image in the book. Did the designer have a problem with violet? Is it not African looking enough. Oh to get inside people's heads!

I myself was glad to be reading a French novel that was not quite so “ooh la la.” Not that I don’t enjoy them, but I assumed that the entire country wasn’t indulging in clever twists and winks all the time. It was more of a Nancy Huston’s Fault Lines experience, though Huston tended to write her political opinions a little more strongly into the story. It’s hard to say exactly what NDiaye thinks of Senagal-French relations.
If you want to read more, it looks like Rosie Carpe is print on demand short discount nonreturnable (meaning we won’t be stocking it but you can order from us if you pay up front), but All My Friends from Two Lines Press is trade discount and returnable and we in fact have it in stock right now. Of the latter, Publishers Weekly wrote “the five stories in this collection don't follow each other so much as collide like objects in a literary maelstrom, achieving a dizzying terminal velocity.”

In the end, I thought back to Ondaatje, and the structure of Divisidero. I began to wonder whether the disjointed structure of the story was meant to give you a dislocation experience that would mirror that of the characters in Three Strong Women. It made me lean towards the author making the call on the book's labeling, but I'd still like to find a few good interviews.
As I mentioned last month, our next selection is John Boyne’s The Absolutist, a novel from indie Other Press, though admittedly, they are now distributed by Random House. He’s best known for his kids’ book that become a film, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, but I know several booksellers that have just loved this novel, the story of a World War I soldier dispatched to deliver a dead soldier’s letters to his sister. We’re meeting on Monday, November 4, 7 pm.
Then on Monday, December 2, we’re reading Louise Erdrich’s The Round House. I am always torn between selecting a book which I can help bring to readers and an obvious pick that I feel remiss about not reading. It got to the point where I understood I was never going to get a moment to read her novel, and really wanted to. Only two of the attendees had already read it and nobody had yet discussed it in a book club. So it was settled.
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