To Love is to Watch Over: Villa Amalia by Pascal Quignard (trans. Chris Turner)

Anne Hidden, Quignard’s protagonist in Villa Amalia,  is a musician and composer who has made a name for herself by condensing, paring down, and reinventing scores of music.  He writes about her process:

What she did was incredibly stark.

She read the score first, far from the piano, then put it back down. She went and sat at the keyboard and—suddenly—delivered the whole thing in the form of a rapid, whirling resume. She didn’t interpret the music. She re-improvised what she had read or what she had chosen to retain of it, de-ornamenting, de-harmonizing, searching anxiously for the lost theme, seeking out the essence of the theme with minimal harmony.”

Quignard’s description of his artist is a metaphor for his own writing. One would expect from this author’s novellas, A Terrace in Rome and All the World’s Mornings, sparse storylines;  but Villa Amalia also requires, even demands, an astute reader, who must seek out the essence of his themes amidst a minimal plot that is beautifully poetic.

Ann Hidden discovers that her boyfriend of sixteen years is seeing another woman, so she decides to jettison and erase anything that has to do with their relationship: she sells the house in Paris they were living in, gets rid of all her furniture, including her three prize pianos, and even throws away her clothes.  We are given small hints in the text that, like her father before her, she deals with grief or loss by running away.  There are few details about Ann’s life and long relationship with Thomas anywhere in the story; as she is fleeing Paris for Italy after the sale of her house, there is a brief, universal description of lovers , one of Quignard’s typical passages, that says nothing yet everything at the same time:

Those who aren’t worthy of us aren’t faithful to us.

This is what she was telling herself in the dream she was having.

It wasn’t their commitment at our sides that led to their fear or laziness, their carelessness or slackness, their regression or silliness.

Sitting in our armchairs, stretched out in our bathtubs or lying in our beds, we see absent, numb people for whom we no longer exist.

We don’t betray them by abandoning them.

Their inertia or their complaining abandoned us before we though of separating from them.

Ann settles on the island of Ischia where she falls in love with a doctor, his young daughter, and a villa by the sea.  But even at this point in Ann’s story, Quignard intervenes to remind us of his style:   “I could fill the months that followed with details.  They were busy, amorous, constructive.  But I shall skip over this.  And more.  And yet more.”

When a tragedy occurs at the villa that deeply affects her, Ann flees yet again, this time back to France to live with an old childhood friend that has helped her through her breakup with Thomas.  The artists in Quignard’s fiction are like wounded animals who, when they are hurt, run and hide and try to nurse their wounds in solitude.  But what sets Ann apart from the other eccentric and emotionally distant artists in A Terrace in Rome and All the World’s Mornings is that Anne, no matter how many times she is hurt, is still open to love.   Time and again she takes a risk and offers her heart to new people in her life.  At the end of the novel, Quignard writes:

In the eyes of children, to love is to watch over.  To watch over sleep, allay fears, give consolation where there are tears, care where there is illness, caress the skin, wash it, wipe it, clothe it.

To love the way one loves children is to save from death.

Not dying means feeding.

I will end with one final thought–that is really more like an unanswerable question— I keep having about Quingard’s fiction.  When I translate and interpret Ovid’s Pygmalion and Daedalus and Icarus myths with my fourth year Latin students, we debate about Ovid’s commentary on role of the artist.  Ovid depicts his artists as lonely men who use their talent, in unnatural ways, to improve their lives but also to flee from others.  Does an artist have to suffer to be creative?  Would these characters be as successful in their art without grief and loss?  What would Quignard say about his artists?


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12 responses to “To Love is to Watch Over: Villa Amalia by Pascal Quignard (trans. Chris Turner)

  1. Such good questions, especially in an age where people who want to be writers go to university to learn how to do it! The best writers, IMO, have always been those who live life and discover through living it that they have something of significance to share in a book. There is nothing to say that a great book couldn’t arise from the writing school route to publication, but I think it makes it harder to achieve…

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  2. What a lovely post Melissa, and I do like the quotes you’ve shared. It does seem that the great artists never live ordinary lives – and it may be that to create something special you have to take that step away from the everyday.

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  3. Glad to read your views, Melissa. I read Villa Amalia a short while ago and I’ve wanted to see what others thought of it. Although I enjoyed the prose, and was surprised by the novel’s lightness (for Quignard) I didn’t find the book as satisfying as his others. I’ve always been aware of his aesthete-life and how it seems to rely on material privilege, but I’ve tended to forgive that pose when he looks unflinchingly at the darkness we all share. This book for me is a bit too much of a fantasy world of the rich and famous. Still, even if I think this book is not one of his best, I did want to complete the fictional journey of the novel. His work is always multilayered. That said, I enjoyed your post a lot and all the thoughts that Quignard’s book inspired in you. Thanks.

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    • I think you are right, Des, in that there is a lot of wealth and privilege in the book. In fact, all of the artists he depicts in the books I mentioned live very pampered lifestyles. It seems to go along with their lives as tortured, solitary geniuses. I really tend to get lost in his language and expect very little in the way of plot from his books.


  4. Helen M Wallimann

    An interesting review and interesting comments. But I don’t agree with “kaggsysbookishramblings” that great artists have to have lived extraordinary lives. Think, for example of Jane Austen. Her life was not sensational and she simply shows us the lives of people she sees around her. Admittedly, she doesn’t dwell too much on everyday life after the highlights of courtship and marriage. Every life, however humdrum, can – must, for the person whose life it is – be interesting. James Joyce, for example with his account, in Ulysses, succeeds brilliantly in making a very ordinary day in Leopold Bloom’s run-of-the-mill life a fascinating read.
    What I do think is that great artists, even when they lead ordinary lives, are extraordinary people due to their talent and dedication.


  5. Helen Wallimann

    The above comment is from me, Helen Wallimann without an M. I come from Switzerland, the lady with the M seems to be from the USA. I don‘t know how thw confusion occurred.


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  7. Naomi

    Melissa, I am torn between purchasing Villa Amalia and Abysses, both very different books I know. Which would you recommend?

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  8. Naomi

    Not my first Quignard. That was The Silent Crossing — and odd choice I know. But I loved his language.

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