|(The real) Andorra|
So what in the world is it that makes me actually feel a place in a novel? What do books like Durrell's Alexandria Quartet (Egypt) and Peter Mayle's Anything Considered (Monaco) and even Highsmith's The Talented Mr. Ripley (Italy) have in common? Ah ha! the Mediterranean. That's it, they are all set on the Mediterranean. But then I realized that for as much as I hated Lowry's Under the Volcano (Mexico) the one thing I really did like about that book was the feeling of place I got in the opening chapters. But that is nowhere near the Mediterranean. What could it be, what could it be? I'm not entirely sure I have it figured out, but I think has something to do with an older, European-settled, urban place in a warm climate. A place with long lunches at outdoor cafes, national alcoholic beverages playing the triple role of coolant, social elixir, and emotional anesthetic, siestas, swimming, grand old hotels, linen trousers, trains, telephones, handwritten notes, newspapers, luggage, late dinners, cobblestones. Yes, yes, yes. Somewhere once grand, maybe still so, somewhat remote, or at least set apart from everyday life. Hmm. Places with no TVs, no internet and where the International Herald Tribune is always a few days old at best. Oddly, Katherine Anne Porter's brilliant novel Ship of Fools--set almost entirely at sea between Mexico and Germany--also gives me this feeling of place.
|Alexandria, Egypt in 1930|
Andorra by Peter Cameron
Whatever it is, I felt it from the very beginning of Andorra by Peter Cameron. I picked up the novel at a book sale a few weeks ago almost entirely because I had recently been spending a lot of time online trying to name all 196 countries in under 12 minutes. After some study, I was eventually successful in doing so, but one of the countries that often eluded me was the tiny country of Andorra, landlocked between France and Spain. It isn't big enough to be seen on the map when doing the quiz so I often forgot about it. So when I saw this book on the sale table I couldn't pass it up.
The odd thing about the Andorra of Peter Cameron's Andorra is that it isn't in the right place. Cameron apparently wanted to set his book in a tiny country on the Mediterranean so he made up a country so located and then decided to call it Andorra. Why he didn't just make up a name rather than move an existing country about 200 km closer to the sea, I do not know. But, once I got over this geographical oddity, I realized how much I liked this book, and how it induced that experience of place for me. Published in 1997 the book is just old enough to suggest the time warp nostalgia trip I described above. Alex Fox checks into a grand hotel hoping to leave something from his past behind him. He meets a woman at an outdoor café, he takes naps, people leave notes for him at the hotel, he walks the streets exploring the capital of this tiny nation, there is beach, espresso bars, boats, old families, everyone knows everyone's business, the outside world doesn't really exist. You can see how this one tripped all my triggers.
|The fake Andorra? (Banyuls-sur-mer, France, about 200 km from the real Andorra.)|
This book is unlikely to change your life but it is enjoyable and interesting. Definitely worth a read.