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A review by shoba
Missing Person by Patrick Modiano
3.0
“I did not dare tell Hutte, but I felt that ‘the beach man’ was myself.
Though it would not have surprised him if I had confessed it. Hutte was always saying that, in the end, we were all ‘beach men’ and that ‘the sand’- I am quoting his own words- ‘keeps the traces of our footsteps only a few moments.’”
Surprisingly, the story just ended.
“A little girl is returning from the beach, at dusk, with her mother. She is crying for no reason at all, because she would have liked to continue playing. She moves off into the distance. She has already turned the corner of the street, and do not our lives dissolve into the evening as quickly as this grief of childhood?”
Just right.
Though it would not have surprised him if I had confessed it. Hutte was always saying that, in the end, we were all ‘beach men’ and that ‘the sand’- I am quoting his own words- ‘keeps the traces of our footsteps only a few moments.’”
Surprisingly, the story just ended.
“A little girl is returning from the beach, at dusk, with her mother. She is crying for no reason at all, because she would have liked to continue playing. She moves off into the distance. She has already turned the corner of the street, and do not our lives dissolve into the evening as quickly as this grief of childhood?”
Just right.