Yesterday we watched the movie Suite Française (on MUBI), based on Irène Némirovsky’s novel with the same title. The movie manages to capture a mass exodus following an invasion of a capital city; throngs of people escaping Paris in 1940 in the aftermath of invasion by Germany. The chaos of arrival to the little French village where the action of the movie takes place; the fear of bombardments and the arrival of planes razing the ground and attacking people. The pamphlets thrown from some of those planes “explaining” that the German army was really going to liberate people, to protect them.
Then the movie unfolds, with the actual arrival of German troops. They establish their battalion in town, and an amazing and very intricate story of resistance to the invaders, mixed with erotic back-and-forth between a young quasi-widow and a German officer, social class problems and collaboration between French aristocrats and German officers, starts.
Beyond all the details of the story (with its very enjoyable narrative, and all the thoughts triggered by very chilling and difficult situations), there was yesterday night the added ingredient of pain from knowing all of this is happening again. And knowing that the writer of the novel that inspired this extremely subtle and entangled story was from Kiev/Kyiv, that her family escaped other horrific situations to find first refuge in France and then death in Auschwitz. The movie makes a side reference to this story: a Parisian woman with her daughter finds refuge in one of the country houses of the town, but the German officers find out she is Jewish and immediately send her to the camp. By mere chance, the small daughter wasn’t at home at that moment, and she is saved. This is exactly what happened to Irène Némirovsky and her daughter Denise Epstein.
The story of the manuscript is quite convoluted (the French version of Némirovsky’s page has many details); the end credits of the movie are preceded by beautiful takes of many details of the MS.
The poster of the movie has a scene with yellow and blue, the wheat field and the sky, and the thousands of people escaping the city. It was chilly to watch this, knowing what is happening at this very moment in Ukraine.
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