I have not read anything quite
like this before and I was intrigued by the poetical style of the writing. The story opens with a flashback of a snowy
scene and two young students sharing a single bed in a cold room. Then the story jumps to the present day, some
20 years later, and it is clear from the narrator’s halting voice that some
tragedy has gone before. The narrator,
Rosy, is struggling to come to terms with the death of her baby daughter,
although the reason for her daughter’s death is not revealed until much later
in the book. Her husband Tom has taken
her to Paris in a bid to escape the past, but Rosy is unable to confide in
him. Instead, she returns obsessively to
the memory of her younger self and the man she shared a cold night with 20
years previously. In Paris, as if
conjured up by her memory, she bumps into him.
They catch up over coffee and he tells her he has become a successful
business man and how he has never forgotten her or the night they shared. She is unsure whether it is really him or a
figment of her imagination. It is a story of loss and grieving. I enjoyed
the writing style, but felt let down by the ending.
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