Title: The Red Notebook
Author: Antoine Laurain
Translator: Emily Boyce & Jane Aitken
Publisher: Gallic Books, London (2015)
ISBN: 978 19083 1 3867
Antoine Laurain writes perfectly pleasant novels. And his latest, The Red Notebook, sticks to that amiable formula which seems to have brought him some success in the past. The President’s Hat was the story of a man who mistakenly switches hats with French President François Mitterrand. It changes his life. And then he, too, loses the hat. The books is structured around his frantic search to find it again. The hat passes through a string of characters – changing all their lives for the better during the period they posses it – before eventually, serendipitously, finding its way back to Mitterand. None of the characters are in any way disagreeable, though one is interestingly curmudgeonly. Even Mitterand is portrayed as genial and sympathetic, appearing like a benevolent fairy godfather in the final chapters.
The Red Notebook takes its name from another lost object. A woman is mugged and her purse left behind by the assailant on top of a trash bin. Laurent Letellier, a divorced middle-aged bookseller, finds the bag and goes through the contents looking for information that will help him to return it to the proper owner. Instead he discovers a red notebook and very little else. He becomes intrigued by the women who recorded her thoughts on the pages (obsession would be too powerful an emotion for a Laurain character). He sets out to find her. In the place of Mitterand, the French poet Modiano steps in to provide a cameo appearance. Modiano is remarkably accommodating when Laurent approaches him in the park, having discovered a link between the poet and the notebook’s owner.
Antoine Laurain writes characters well. The protagonist, Lettelier, is attractively disheveled. His teen daughter spoiled, but wonderfully vibrant. The heroine a brooding version of Juliette Binoche. Even the employees at Lettelier’s bookshop are convincingly realized. And I desperately would like to believe that Modiano is exactly as Laurain portrays him – engaging, wise and utterly, delightfully pleasant.
At their best Laurain’s books and characters remind me of a sitcom. Because everyone likes sitcoms. I could also compare The Red Notebook to a Rom-Com starring Meg Ryan & Tom Hanks. Or a less successful version of Laurence Cossé ‘s A Novel Bookstore. Or even one of Alexander McCall Smith’s many, many books – without the mystery and tongue-in-cheek sense of humor.
Therein lies the rub.
The Red Notebook (and The President’s Hat, for that matter) relies heavily on character and formula, without injecting any real conflict or originality into the narrative. It reminds me of too many other things: other books, films, television shows. But I can’t imagine three months from now saying – this (story or thing) reminds me of an Antoine Laurain novel. They, the books, lack the qualities which make a story memorable. Which is the problem that comes with pleasant.