French Title: Trois chambres à Manhattan
Year: 1946
Englished: 1964
Three Beds in
Manhattan – Georges Simenon
He is a middle-aged male whose life has come to a halt
after a painful divorce. Nothing like a wife deserting with a younger gigolo to
force a forty-nine-year-old into painful introspection and an existential
tailspin. She has become homeless
because the marriage of the friends she had been living with got stormy. They
are French-speaking Europeans adrift in a grey New York City just after WWII.
They meet in a creepy bar:
On the corner, its high windows
lit violently, aggressively, with boastful vulgarity, was a sort of long glass
cage where people could be seen as dark smudges and where he went in just so as
not to be alone.
… The place smelled of
fairgrounds, of lazy crowds, of nights when you stayed out because you couldn’t
go to bed, and it smelled like New York, of its calm and brutal indifference.
They will cling to each other, hang out in bars, wander
Manhattan to repel loneliness. They find a hotel, spend a night in desperate
love-making, then another. They will discover each other and themselves with an
aching lucidness, with no illusions.
However, though neither of them seems to be able to move
away, the past steals up and taps them on the shoulder, forcing them to
separate and threatening the frail balance that had been established between them.
He feels jealousy, she likes to tell him dubious adventures riddled with contradictions
in time and logic.
He goes to a hang-out of expatriate Frenchmen to tangle
with a cynical old friend, a hollow worldling who throws a temptation in our hero’s way. On
her trip, she will be confronted with her relatives, with her old life.
However, each of their mistakes will eventually bring them closer.
Like The Little
Saint, this existential novel stands alone in its tender description of the
discovery of middle-aged love and the fear of losing it. Not to mention the
fear of oneself too, one’s own cowardly backsliding. If the psychological
probing doesn’t sound appealing, read it for the snapshot of New York City
right after WWII. Simenon is always good with place and atmosphere.
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