At the Villa Celeste with Elizabeth Wassell Montague
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What is the premise of Elizabeth Wassell Montague’s new novel *At the Villa Celeste*?
This is Books for Breakfast, a podcast where we talk about books and writing. I'm End Oily
And I'm Peter Sir.
And you're all very welcome to this morning's show.
On today's show we go to Hotch Vegas in Dublin's Dawson Street to talk to Elizabeth Wassel Montague about her new novel at the Villa Celeste, which she launched at the bookshop recently. The novel is a haunting story of longing, memory, and the fragile architecture of identity. When Clementine Dove begins to fall apart under the weight of familial love and unspoken trauma, She finds herself turning to France for a kind of salvation. In Paris and along the Cot d'Azur, past and present collide as two generations of women navigate desire, restraint, and the hunger to be truly seen. The launch was introduced by novelist and friend of Books for Breakfast Christine Duariki, so you'll hear her introduction first, followed by our interview with Elizabeth.
I'm often asked to um to launch books and uh to do the honours of book launches, and some sometimes I say yes, maybe because I've read and loved uh a novel, or it could be that the writer is a friend of mine, or indeed because I love book launches, especially when my book is not the one being launched. But in this case, all three reasons apply. I have read and loved Villa Celeste, Elizabeth is a Dear friend, and I couldn't be happier to be here tonight to celebrate the launch of this very fine novel. When John died, Elizabeth was working on this novel. He had a chance to read part of it and was very moved. Having read it myself, I can see why. He found in it, I imagine, the foretelling of grief. the grief he would leave behind, the grief he himself was experiencing experiencing in advance, at the thought of not being with his beloved Elizabeth.
The grief indeed that is always experienced where great love is involved. The novel is set in two time zones, not an easy thing for a writer to do, and Elizabeth does so with great skill. We are in New York in the nineteen eighties, and then we are on the French Riviera in the nineteen twenties. We are learning to care for one character, say Clam, and then we must leave her to go to another one, Florence. But it all blends seamlessly and we go willingly wherever we are taken, and with the greatest of pleasure. Location, I feel anyway, is probably the most important aspect of a novel. If the location doesn't convince you're wasting your time. Setting your characters down, putting words into their mouths and expecting them to dance.
In this case location, and there are quite a few of them. Always convinces. As do the characters, as does the storyline. Achievements enough for one novel to boast. But there is a depth to Villa Celeste, an unexpected psychological depth that I found enlightening and perhaps also a little disturbing, in a good way, of course. The psychology of anorexia nervosa, for example. Or the love for a much younger woman for an older man when she knows that he must leave her. the inevitability of having to let go before the heart is ready. And I'd like to read just a very to demonstrate that a very small paragraph about the physicality of grief and how it affects you. This is just to after uh Florence has lost uh the love the the her the love of her life, Rufus.
The world was still there, though bled of colour. It was a nightmare world where nothing mattered. At times she felt her soul had travelled to another country, a place of wastes, of carrion birds, of old women foraging on arid beaches. Her soul wandered in that country. Three o'clock in the morning was perhaps the hardest hour. She opened her eyes and was with him as before. She turned sleepily and extended the hand to touch his shoulder, as was her custom. And at that moment the not awareness of him was new again and so terrible she became an animal in her grief. She tore at the air and made noises that frightened her. The January before J John died, we were in Bordigera, a small Italian town not far from the French border, and among the venues we visit in this novel.
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