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Literary Bites with Rue des Boutiques Obscures
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Literary Bites with Rue des Boutiques Obscures

On memory, identity, and the silent weight of what is lost

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Morgane Andersson
Jul 10, 2025
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Bienvenue à Literary Bites

A quiet moment each week to slow down, savor French through its most moving texts, and reconnect with what truly matters.

This week, we wander into the fog of memory with Patrick Modiano’s haunting Rue des Boutiques Obscures, a novel about identity, disappearance, and the traces we leave behind. In the haze of Paris streets, past and present blur, and what emerges is less a plot than a sensation, a longing to piece together the fragments of a lost self.

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“Jusque-là, tout m’a semblé si chaotique, si morcelé... Des lambeaux, des bribes de quelque chose, me revenaient brusquement au fil de mes recherches... Mais après tout, c’est peut-être ça, une vie...”

"Up to that point, everything had seemed so chaotic, so fragmented... Scraps, shreds of something would suddenly return to me as I searched... But after all, maybe that’s what a life is..."

And maybe that’s what reading Modiano is, too: following the echoes of something half-remembered, deeply felt, almost understood.

This week’s passage brings us to a quiet café, to the end of a partnership, and the beginning of something nameless. But blink, and it could be gone.

“Une petite fille rentre de la plage, au crépuscule, avec sa mère. Elle pleure pour rien, parce qu’elle aurait voulu continuer de jouer. Elle s’éloigne. Elle a déjà tourné le coin de la rue, et nos vies ne sont-elles pas aussi rapides à se dissiper dans le soir que ce chagrin d’enfant ?”

"A little girl walks back from the beach at dusk, with her mother. She cries for no reason, just because she wanted to keep playing. She walks away. She’s already turned the corner, and aren’t our lives just as quick to vanish into the evening as a child’s sorrow?"

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L'Extrait

Je ne suis rien. Rien qu'une silhouette claire, ce soir-là, à la terrasse d'un café.

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