I'm not even sure how to really review this book.For starters, it's weird. I'm just going to throw that out here right now, it's weird. This book is the great beginnings of a Cannes Film Festival movie: something that you watch just to say that you've seen a foreign film, but you have no idea what it is about.On the other side of this, it gives the reader a lot to think about in a way. Flora Fontanges is an actress, exiled from Quebec for twenty years, comes back to audition for a part, oh, and she's trying to find her estranged daughter.Half of the book is in flashbacks about her life, Maud (her daughter), and even the history of Quebec. That's a lot going on. But it's different in a way that it's very abstract, which may be part of the reason that I didn't like it as much. Maybe if I read it again later on in my life I'll be able to understand it a little better.
