The Violins of Saint Jacques

This gorgeous book, so dense in description and evocation of another land in another time, is nearly perfect. It describes the richness and mystical turbulence of creole life in bygone colonial days under French rule. Years later, a narrator listens to the tales of a woman who, while young, spent six explosive years on the island of Saint-Jacques. She is wistful and intense and full of memory for detail. Gorgeous

Patrick Leigh Fermor is better known for his Travel Non-Fiction works, all of which are wonderful, but this book is one of the few I know that I would describe as perfect. It is the kind of fiction that magically transports you to another place and time. The delicacy and evocative power of Fermor's narrative voice is perfect for a story that occupies (like Dunsany's Elfland)the gray and luminous region between the world we know and folk tale... Rarely are flashback stories emotionally satisfying, but this device makes the loss of St Jacques all the more poignant. The character of the Governess is one of my favorite "book-people". If you can find a copy of this little book, snap it up!