of Hedgehogs…

3 Oct

Been eyeballing this read for a while: I choose books by their covers, and this one intrigued me. Finally picked it up for a long flight. It was enjoyable, I disagreed with the undercurrent philosophies, but appreciated the honesty and particularly the wordsmithage. It’s a french translation, which leads to certain lilt to the rhythm.

Here a few quotes that I noted…

He gets up at six and reads his paper while he drinks a strong cup of coffee. In this way Papa constructs himself, every day. I say “constructs himself” because I think that each time it’s a new construction, as if everything has been reduced to ashes during the night, and he has to start from scratch.


This is eminently true of many happy moments in life. Freed from the demands of decision and intention, adrift on some inner sea, we observe our various movements as if they belonged to someone else, and yet we admire their involuntary excellence.


Madame Michel has the elegance of the hedgehog: on the outside, she’s covered in quills, a real fortress, but my gut feeling is that on the inside, she has the same simple refinement as the hedgehog: a deceptively indolent little creature, fiercely solitary – and terribly elegant.

The way she crafts sentences is beautiful. The punctuation like jewels amidst tapestry.


2 Responses to “of Hedgehogs…”

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