Tag Archives: Irène Némirovsky

“And aren’t the most beautiful follies the ones linked to love?” — On Fire in the Blood by Irène Némirovsky; translated by Sandra Smith

Such madness! When you’re twenty, love is like a fever. It makes you almost delirious. When it’s over you can hardly remember how it happened. Fire in the blood, how quickly it burns itself out. Faced with this blaze of dreams and desires, I felt so old, so cold, so wise. Oh you — Fire in […]

“I want to suffer again.” — Reading Dimanche and Other Stories by Irène Némirovsky

I bought Irène Némirovsky’s Dimanche and Other Stories halfway through my read of Suite Française — which, now that I’ve stepped back from it, is one of the best novels I’ve ever read. I just wanted to see how she wrote her short fiction. [Also, I reasoned then that 600 bucks for ten stories wasn’t […]

Short Fiction Weekend

I like bibliophilically attacking the weekends. I mean, although I make certain to have time to read during the workdays [train, long lunch breaks, when boss isn't looking, haha], there’s just something free and home about being collapsed on the bed for hours at a time, just reading and not caring. So: Add to the pile […]

marginalia || Suite Française, by Irène Némirovsky; translated by Sandra Smith

Oh, my God, so this is war . . . An enemy soldier never seemed to be alone — one human being like any other — but followed, crushed from all directions by innumerable ghosts, the missing and the dead. Speaking to him wasn’t like speaking to a solitary man but to an invisible multitude; […]