Author(s): Hillel Halkin

Fiction

A short but inspiring and moving novel, a love story with three principal characters, elegaic and melancholic and yet celebratory and joyful also, this is, at bottom, an ode to a woman. Its tenor is sentimental yet wise, combining rational intelligence with a deeper emotional instinct. As such it has something of the robust yet vulnerable wisdom of one of Saul Bellow's later novellas. Its narrator is a man in his mid-forties, a scholar of ancient philosophy known to us by his nickname of Hoo, whose wife Mellie has left him for reasons that only become clear in the course of the novel. Hoo and Mellie have known each other since going to high school together in New York in the 1950s - or perhaps, as Hoo sometimes feels, for much longer than that. Only at the novel's end are we told where he is as he is writing it. Until then we know only that he is surrounded by his books, out of which, when he opens them, fall notes from Mellie that he has stuck in them: messages, reminders, lists of groceries to buy and errands to run, birthday cards, declarations of love, all bringing back memories of their years together and driving the narrative forward. Yet Melisande is not just a narrative.
It is an extended reflection on love itself; on the nature of the soul; on reality and dream; on how the choices we make when we are young pursue us for the rest of our lives. Its words fall quietly, one by one, like raindrops on water. The ripples they make spread and spread...