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The Elegance of the Hedgehog
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That so many people love this book makes me fear for the future of literature. It is one of the most pretentious, banal "novels" I've ever read. In fact, "novel" is too good a word for its bloggishly self-indulgent, smugly insipid meanderings. Actually most blogs are much more interesting than this book. The two main characters (the concierge Renee and the young girl, Paloma) are hypocritical snobs who accuse others of snobbery. This intolerance is forgiveable in a child perhaps, but not in a 53 year old concierge. Renee whines about her lot constantly (and not in an amusing way -- she's incredibly tendentious and judgemental). She vaunts her superior intelligence, is very self-involved, and yet fancies herself compassionate.
The world view of the book is conservative. Renee worships the accepted canons of Western art, music, and thinking. She herself epitomizes the upper-middle class women she regards with such scorn. She is one of the most obnoxious characters I've come across in a book. The author expects the reader to sympathize with Renee, but she is boring and self-pitying, among other faults.
Both Renee and Paloma (the girl) think themselves unconventional, yet they are extremely ordinary in their views. They are humorless (this is NOT a funny book) and mean; they mock everyone they know and regard themselves as superior beings. All of their thinking is cliched, and their stale opinions are expressed with narcissistic melodrama and hyperbole, in elevated tones and stilted diction. Actually, the concierge and the 12 year old girl sound pretty much alike. The characterization is that thin. The book is full of stereotypes. Asia and Asians are characterized as "mysterious" and "inscrutable!" It makes France (or French culture) look bad .
The book has no tension but it does have some contrived action as well as a ludicrous red herring. The prose is riddled with sentimentality and cuteness, and the awkward "plot" serves as a skeleton for a host of trite, sophomoric ideas. A few basic philosophical problems are rehashed in reductive ways, and the narrators imagine that they invented these ancient conundrums.
Oh, and the writing is terrible: affected and clumsy. Forget le mot juste! Words are misused throughout. In the last twenty pages, the concierge weeps quite often and I guess the reader is supposed to sob along, but it's bathetic, anything but moving. The only emotions I felt were disgust and anger.
With so many wonderful books to read, why are so many people reading (and liking) this drivel?
The world view of the book is conservative. Renee worships the accepted canons of Western art, music, and thinking. She herself epitomizes the upper-middle class women she regards with such scorn. She is one of the most obnoxious characters I've come across in a book. The author expects the reader to sympathize with Renee, but she is boring and self-pitying, among other faults.
Both Renee and Paloma (the girl) think themselves unconventional, yet they are extremely ordinary in their views. They are humorless (this is NOT a funny book) and mean; they mock everyone they know and regard themselves as superior beings. All of their thinking is cliched, and their stale opinions are expressed with narcissistic melodrama and hyperbole, in elevated tones and stilted diction. Actually, the concierge and the 12 year old girl sound pretty much alike. The characterization is that thin. The book is full of stereotypes. Asia and Asians are characterized as "mysterious" and "inscrutable!" It makes France (or French culture) look bad .
The book has no tension but it does have some contrived action as well as a ludicrous red herring. The prose is riddled with sentimentality and cuteness, and the awkward "plot" serves as a skeleton for a host of trite, sophomoric ideas. A few basic philosophical problems are rehashed in reductive ways, and the narrators imagine that they invented these ancient conundrums.
Oh, and the writing is terrible: affected and clumsy. Forget le mot juste! Words are misused throughout. In the last twenty pages, the concierge weeps quite often and I guess the reader is supposed to sob along, but it's bathetic, anything but moving. The only emotions I felt were disgust and anger.
With so many wonderful books to read, why are so many people reading (and liking) this drivel?
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Your review was very extensive and I appreciate the detailed review; your information helps a lot, but now I'm not sure what to do. I promised my friend, Ellen, I would read this, but from your review, I'm hesitant to do so. I'm like the reviewer Isabelle, who often has opinions very contrary to the mainstream; I too, wonder why I think so differently from others. Everybody is recommending this book, but I usually prefer literature to contemporary popular fiction. I enjoy a good story and I know there are or will be some contemporary fiction that will become classics in their time, but all the popular books in the past few years in the genre or style of "The Time Traveller's Wife," which are very good books, still don't fill that place inside me like Homer, Shakespeare, Kafka, Austen, Sappho, et al. do. Maybe I'll visit your profile and check out your other reviews and books and see if our tastes match, then I can figure out whether to waste my time on the book or not. Anyway, thanks for your thoughts; I'm glad I saw this before buying the book.


Your review was completely on the money, and really well put.








Not because the main characters have flaws. Because the flaws of the main characters are presented as virtues; moreover, virtues that the unwashed masses are too stupid and self-involved to appreciate.


Thank you for confirming my view! I'm discouraged by the many "literary" readers who loved this book. It was such tripe -- and pretentious tripe, too.

Absolutely. As for the comment that attempts to be wry suggesting that you "hate the book because the characters are flawed," I had to wonder if it was the author undercover--the comment lacked such basic understanding of your critique. Isn't it frustrating to carefully delineate the myriad issues you have with a book (poor writing, thin and repetitive characters, obvious set-ups for tedious, didactic monologues, an extremely weak and frankly meaningless arc) only to have someone come on, make a reductionist and incorrect summary of your meaning, and throw it back at you with a self-congratulatory "touche'?" ;-)
This book is right up there with The Bridges of Madison County in all-time over-popularity and acclaim, IMO.






