Michel Bussi- After the Crash
I probably shouldn’t have taken this particular book with me, on my recent trip to Dublin. I don’t mean that in a negative way or that it was a terrible book, because it was very well written, with fascinating characters throughout, but the subject matter wasn’t the right thing to be reading about on my first ever flight.
I didn’t read the back of the book, or register the title really until I had sat down, and then realised that the crash referred to a plane crash. Needless to say, I left the book until I was safely back on solid ground again. I didn’t need a extra reason to feel apprehensive during the flight.
Later that evening, after I had seen something of Dublin’s wonderful sights, and I had eaten in one of the many pubs, I settled down to read some of the book, back in the hotel room.I know, I know, going away and still just reading books in the evening, is a bit boring, but hey I’m a bookworm and proud of it. Although actually I only intended to read for half a hour or so, but the narrative grabbed hold of me, and I was intrigued by the character of Malvina in particular. I don’t think I’ve ever come across a character like her before, and I’ve read quite a few books over the years.
It was the first of Bussi’s books that I have read, and judging by the standard of his writing ability, and the capacity to create interesting and diverse characters amid a complex narrative structure, I will be eagerly reading the others if they are translated into English. Unfortunately for me. a GCSE level French speaker, and for anyone who has a similar ability to me in French, everything he’s produced barring After the Crash is currently out of my reach.
Musings of a thirtysomething woman 