Elisabeth is a child when she meets her elderly neighbor
Daniel Gluck. He has written myriad song
lyrics and introduces Elisabeth to art by describing paintings. They become close friends, despite their age
difference. Fast forward 25 or so years,
and Daniel is almost comatose in a hospital bed. Elisabeth reads at his side and reflects on
her childhood with Daniel as sort of a life guide. This is a strange book, and it did not appeal
to me. There is no plot
whatsoever, and Daniel is the only character who is really developed, and even
his portrait has major gaps. He admires a little known artist named Pauline Boty, and I did not follow her story at
all. This book is largely about art, and
it’s just way too artsy for me. There
are lots of references to trees and leaves, and they must have some connection
to the title, but that connection escapes me.
At 102 years old, Daniel is well past the autumn of his life, so that
metaphor doesn’t work, either. One
humorous and/or frustrating incident, or actually a series of incidents, is
Elisabeth’s effort to get her expired passport renewed. The clerks at the post office are hell-bent
on finding something wrong with her photo each time she attempts to apply. This recurring problem, plus the inordinate
wait time involved, is funny, while at the same time a little too familiar in
its bureaucratic nonsense. The fact that
she manages to circumvent this obstacle is cause for celebration, but it’s not
enough to carry this novel.
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