My mind is still trying to process how I think about this novel published post-humuously by the writer's daughter.
I felt that this book was more two separate but interrelated shorter novels about the people in France during WWII. I would have liked more development in either of the stories, but what can I demand from Irène Némirovsky so many years after her death?
I appreciate her writing style and that she quickly paints very vibrant scenes, but I am left a little lost without the understanding of what war really means. I live in a country that is basically war-free, as we send troops away to fight and they are not on our soil. I see the view of the world through the conqueror's eyes more than from the viewpoint of the defeated French.
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Yes, I love that the Nazis were both villainized and romanticized - sigh. Wonder if she would have given them any niceties if she knew how her life would end....
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