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In this strikingly original biographical novel, Marie Bronsard reweaves the history of her family - and the legend of her grandmother - leaving no stone unturned and no skeleton in the closet. Egocentric and domineering, Bronsard' s grandmother was once a vibrant and sensual beauty. In Indochina at the end of the Second World War, she thrived in the social life of the French colony, but her young soldier husband sought a quieter existence, finding solace in the companionship of their adolescent daughter, Bronsard' s mother. The consequences of this choice reverberate throughout the family. But far from being an airing of grievance or dirty laundry, Bronsard' s memoir has the air of catharsis - here, the pain, secrets, and comic moments of Bronsard' s family are remembered with gentle humour, understanding, and affection. A wry irony tempers emotion, and it is in these pages that the author at last finds it possible to name the woman of the legend and perhaps bring her grandmother a measure of peace |
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