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epub Í Arvida author Samuel Archibald Paperback read ↠ naturaltreatment Ç Prix des libraires 2012 dans la catégorie Roman uébécois À l’autre bout du monde il y a Arvida ville modèle érigée au début du vingtième siècle par l’industriel américain Arthur Vining Davis Le narrateur de cEs crapules Dans les uatre paroisses d’Arvida le long du Saguenay et par delà l’horizon bleuté des monts Valin on se raconte des histoires de nuits en forêt et de matins difficiles Des histoires de jeunes filles innocentes et de bêtes sauvages de meurtre raté et de mutilation rituelle de roadtrip vers nulle part et de maison hantée Des histoires tantôt tristes tantôt drôles t Although well written a few of these stories are very brittle dark and hard to swallow Some disturbing content here folks Just a heads up for those who may have triggers from past abuse or trauma

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Antôt horribles et souvent un peu tout ça à la fois mémorables pour leur profonde authenticité même si il faut bien le dire elles sont toutes à moitié fausses et à moitié inventées Digne fils de son conteur de père Samuel Archibald se révèle dans ces pages un émule de Cormac McCarthy obsédé par Proust un héritier d’Anne Hébert ui a trop lu Jim Thompson et Stephen King Couldn't bring myself to finish it

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Arvida author Samuel ArchibaPrix des libraires 2012 dans la catégorie Roman uébécois À l’autre bout du monde il y a Arvida ville modèle érigée au début du vingtième siècle par l’industriel américain Arthur Vining Davis Le narrateur de ce livre est né là dans la capitale de l’aluminium construite en cent trente cin jours Petite utopie nordiue peuplée de braves gens de menteurs compulsifs et de pur Having now finished Samuel Archibald's Arvida I'm a little torn in regard to how I feel about it My estimation of it certainly went up in the latter half and the final story is forcing me to reassess my initial reactions to some of the earlier storiesThe collection is framed by a seuence of three stories entitled 'Arvida' which all begin with variations on the line 'My Grandmother mother of my father often said There are no thieves in Arvida' These three stories are narrated by 'Sam Archibald' and revolve around his grandmother his father uncles and neighbours in Arvida a real town near the Sanguenay river in uebec The town is on its last legs having been built around the aluminium smelting industry which is in decline These stories tell of the exploits of his father and uncles in the town's heyday and feature copious footnotes that expand on stories and character backgrounds They're very much in the vein of Roch Carrier's stories so I'm guessing this is a typical uebecois styleIn between these three stories are eleven other tales also set in and around Arvida but this is a very different Arvida that bears little resemblance to the run down municipality despite the occasional appearance of names that suggest the two are the same place This is an Arvida of folklore of magical happenings of ghosts and mythical creatures prowling the forests Only one story takes place elsewhere 'Jigai' which tells of a Canadian woman who arrives in Japan with stones in her pockets She is employed as a governess to Reiko the daughter of a wealthy businessman and looks after her in the family manor house whilst the uncle is away for long periods One day she walks in on Reiko cutting herself but instead of trying to stop her she allows it and even encourages it Soon the two are cutting each other in an increasingly sexualised ritual that escalates to the point where they are carving sculptures from skin by preventing the wounds from healing and chopping off each others' lips eyelids fingers and toes When the women in the village see the designs on their flesh a sadomasochistic cult builds up all of the women flaunt their new body art; an unlucky few lose an eye or a limb; others find their way to a mass grave on the grounds of the manor house That particular story is by far the most disturbing in the book but it gives a flavour of the kind of subjects the stories engage with interestingly Stephen King is name checked in two stories My two favourite stories in the collection are also the longest 'Cryptozoology' in which a boy fleetingly sees an unidentifiable creature that may be a wolf or a large cat; and 'House Bound' in which a building contractor's renovation of an old house full of ghosts coincides with the breakdown of his marriage These two seem to exist in a sweet spot between the realism of the 'Arvida' stories and the weirdness of stories like 'Jigai' My problem with all of them though is that Archibald has a tendency to start his stories strongly but just when the stories should be reaching a climax his writing becomes increasingly opaue poetic and dreamlike so that on a number of occasions I turned the final page only to be left scratching my headBut then right at the end of the book comes the final 'Arvida' story in which 'Sam' now a young man is on a fishing trip with his father As a child Sam's grandmother has given him an old French language typewriter so that he can type up all the stories he is always coming up with But Sam's problem he confesses to his father is not an inability to write but a lack of stories to tell He unlike Proust has no madeleine to bite into that will open the floodgates he starts stories but doesn't know how to finish them a ha I'm thinking the endings interesting him less that the feeling the stories create But his father says you do know your Grandmother's name was Madeleine don't you And suddenly Sam realises that the stories have been there all along the folk tales and legends he grew up hearing stories of road trips little thieves and people weak in the head Stories of monsters and haunted houses Terrible stories that I'd never tell except by removing them to the opposite end of the world And so there may be no thieves in Arvida but Sam becomes a borrower or a chronicler of this wealth of tradition and legend Which is why I am forced to rethink my reaction to the rest of the book which suddenly looks a lot cleverer than it first seemed I still think it is a mixed bag but it is a mixed bag that I am coming to admire