As I was walking from the Bois-Colombes railway station towards Villa Osouf, I came across this bookshop, Nouvelle & Cie at 69 rue Bourguignons.
Because of the Covid-19 pandemic, I hadn’t been in a French bookshop for nearly two years, so I went in — and discovered from a display on the first table that one of my favorite French authors had won the Goncourt Prize for 2020.
The announcement of the prize had been made nine months before, in November 2020, but somehow I had missed it. Apparently I wasn’t following the news from France very carefully that month, despite having an online subscription to a French newspaper. Perhaps I was distracted that month by other news, such as the presidential election in the United States. Or perhaps I was just inattentive because of the ongoing pandemic.
Be that as it may, all you loyal readers of my Lucernaire posts might recall that the first play I saw at the Lucernaire was called Les amnésiques n’ont rien vécu d’inoubliable (= The amnesiacs haven’t experienced anything unforgettable), which was based on a book of the same name by Hervé Le Tellier.
Twenty-three books later, Hervé Le Tellier’s novel L’Anomalie (which means just what it looks like, The Anomaly) was published by Éditions Gallimard in August 2020. It was a best-seller in France even before winning the Prix Goncourt, and by May 2021 a million copies had been printed in France alone. Only one other Goncourt-winning book has sold more than that, namely L’Amant by Marguerite Duras, which has sold 2½ million copies worldwide since its publication in 1984.
I bought a copy of L’Anomalie right there at Nouvelle & Cie, and I must say it felt good to buy a book at a real bookshop for a change, instead of online. I read the book over the next several days, mainly on trains and in cafés.
The book was written in 2018-2019 and published in 2020 but takes place in 2021, from March to October. It starts with several chapters introducing people who seemingly have no connection to each other: a professional killer, an unsuccessful French author, a brilliant young French film editor, an American man with incurable cancer. But soon we realize that they all have one thing in common, namely that they were all on the same Air France flight from Paris to New York on March 10, 2021, a flight that got caught up in a huge storm shortly before landing in New York.
The ‘anomaly’ of the title is that 106 days later, on June 24, 2021, the same plane approaches New York with the same pilot, the same co-pilot, the same crew and the same passengers, having been through the same huge storm. The American military diverts this plane to an Air Force base in New Jersey, and the rest of the book is devoted to the American government trying to make sense of the situation, while the passengers are confronted with identical copies of themselves — completely identical except that one is 106 days older than the other. Thus it happens, for example, that the Joanna who landed in March is pregnant, but her double who landed in June is not. They both love the same man, who was not on the plane and hence has no double.
2021 in the book is not exactly the same as 2021 in reality. There is no pandemic, in fact the CDC confirms at one point (page 211) that it knows of no epidemic that would justify keeping anybody in quarantine on an Air Force base. The president is not identified by name, but is obviously still Trump.
L’Anomalie is a page-turner, a book that keeps the reader in suspense from one chapter to the next, but also a clever literary text with numerous allusions to books and films of all sorts. I imagine that some day there will be a book explaining all these allusions, a book that will be longer than the novel itself.
Having read the novel in about a week, I find myself going back to re-read individual chapters, to see if I have remembered or understood correctly. But of course I haven’t understood at all, any more than the scientists in the chapter “Descartes 2.0” (page 161) who discuss — and try to explain to the president — various theories of how the doubling of a plane and all its passengers was even possible.
Unfortunately, my father was never able to visit the Nouvelle & Cie bookshop, even though it is on the street where he must have walked every working day to and from the station. This is because he left Bois-Colombes in 1928, and the bookshop wasn’t even founded until ninety years later.
My photos and text in this post are from 2021.