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On an Aegean island one summer, an English traveller meets an enigmatic elderly Frenchwoman. He is captivated by a painting she owns of a busy Caribbean port overlooked by a volcano and, in time, she shares the story of her youth there in the early twentieth century. Set in the tropical luxury of the island of Saint-Jacques, hers is a tale of romantic intrigue and decadence amongst the descendents of slaves and a fading French aristocracy. But on the night of the annual Mardi Gras ball, catastrophe overwhelms the island and the world she knew came to an abrupt and haunting end. The Violins of Saint-Jacques captures the unforeseen drama of forces beyond human control. Originally published in 1953, it was immediately hailed as a rare and exotic sweep of colour across the drab monochrome of the post-war years, and it has lost nothing of its original flavour.… (more)
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This book takes the form of conversations between the narrator and Berthe, an elderly French lady whom he meets while on holiday on one of the Greek Islands. As they come to know each other better, she recounts various episodes from her life, including the time she had spent on an island in the Caribbean. It had been a French colony, and in the early years of the twentieth century was still administered by a French Governor. Berthe had been born in Paris, but after being orphaned had moved to the volcanic island of Saint-Jaques to live with her cousin’s family, acting as governess to the younger children.
She enjoyed a privileged existence there and recounts a life of ease and luxury, passing from one social event to the next. Such Elysian existence can only last so long, and on the night of a wonderful ball held by Berthe’s cousin, social, political, emotional currents come into powerful juxtaposition, and in a manifestation of extreme pathetic fallacy, the volcano that dominates the physical form of the island lurches into life.
I enjoyed reading this novella, although looking back now from the vantage point of a couple of weeks of reflection, I do feel that it might have been a little overloaded with potential crisis. Still, it was engagingly written, and proved an entertaining distraction over a Bank Holiday weekend.