The world of a writer can be a murky and lonely one. In revealing your characters, you can also reveal part of yourself. This is precisely what Leïla Slimani explores in her reflective memoir The Scent Of Flowers At Night.
Having agreed to be locked into an art museum for the night, Slimani finds herself alone in the Punta Della Dogana museum in Venice. Initially sceptical about the endeavour (not being an art historian, or even an avid art lover), Slimani is won over by the time to reflect and the provocations of the artwork that allow her to rediscover parts of herself that she has been hiding away.
Heartwarming and sad, if a little rushed at points, Slimani’s writing style – supported by the translation efforts of Sam Taylor – is accessible and endearing. Frank and honest about her lack of artistic understanding, the book is humorous and affirming for those who don’t see the benefits of looking at modern art. It also offers an interesting perspective, however, on the place of all art in our lives, and the notion that – given enough space and reflection – the offerings of all art can allow us to uncover a bit of ourselves.
The Scent Of Flowers At Night, Leïla Slimani [trans. Sam Taylor] (Coronet)
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words HARI BERROW
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