The French Tour Fall 2007, Stop#4: Montélimar

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10196060.post-40885119494404707482007-10-09T16:22:00.000-04:002007-10-09T10:22:56.016-04:00The French Tour Fall 2007, Stop#4: Montélimar<iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&msid=107398250879682624602.00043a8e8c05f4f0e9561&ll=46.70488,3.55133&spn=4.294369,2.400512&om=0&output=embed&s=AARTsJobdIDKmfJTr5Z1cLp5E9IZGTZwgw" frameborder="0" width="425" scrolling="no" height="350"></iframe> <a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,255); TEXT-ALIGN: left" href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&msid=107398250879682624602.00043a8e8c05f4f0e9561&ll=46.70488,3.55133&spn=4.294369,2.400512&om=0&source=embed">View Larger Map</a> The regional express train TER that transports passengers from Lyon to the towns of the Drôme and <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /><st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Provence</st1:place></st1:state> speeds past vast vineyards angled over hillocks. On the way to Montélimar I spot the Hermitage and Paul Jaboulet Ainé estates.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/PJA-742449.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/PJA-742446.jpg" border="0" /></a> The <a href="http://lescafeslitteraires.free.fr/">Cafés Littéraires de Montélimar</a> is organized by a small <a href="http://lescafeslitteraires.free.fr/contact.html">association of volunteers</a>. A committee of readers reads books all through the year and decides on the authors to invite each year to the festival. This year for the first time the small <st1:place st="on"><st1:placetype st="on">village</st1:placetype> of <a href="http://www.la-garde-adhemar.com/versionanglaise/accueilinfo-uk.htm"><st1:placename st="on">La Garde Adhémar</st1:placename></a></st1:place> is hosting a café littéraire during the festival; it has taken some work and some convincing, I am told. One of the members of the association Christine drives us from the hotel to the medieval village some twenty kilometers from Montélimar which is perched on the top of a hill. She conjectures that La Garde (literally the guard or the army) was a lookout for the Adhémar (the local noble family) since the village is located high on the hills with a great view all the way to the Rhône river. The Rhône separates the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drome">Drôme</a> from the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ArdÃ¨che">Ardèche</a>. Night has already fallen but from the foothills one can spot the small ruin that is part of the village. In the main square a group of very serious men is playing <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petanque">pétanque</a>. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/petan-739995.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/petan-739988.jpg" border="0" /></a>The referee is in a suit. The village dates back to the middle ages and has its own post office and a population of under 1500. On the hills just below the bell tower <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/garde-752025.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/garde-752020.jpg" border="0" /></a>is a botanical garden that has all the species of the Rhône-Alpes. The café littéraire is moderated by Franck Daumas and held at the restaurant L'Absinthe. I’m absolutely touched by the incredible turnout. The committee of readers and other members of the association have worked hard with librarians and booksellers of the region to ensure that people attend events. Someone from the staff hunts for a microphone so that those seated outside the restaurant can also follow the proceedings. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/resto-754224.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/resto-754220.jpg" border="0" /></a> The audience is hesitant to ask questions when Franck turns over the floor to them but they soon warm up. There are questions about <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">India</st1:country-region></st1:place>, about Babyji and about writing. Everyone now and then I get a question that betrays the as a writer. We finish up an hour later and when I’m asked to sign books I have my turn quizzing some of the audience. Many of them have traveled to <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> and others are, indeed, writers. The restaurant has a special menu for the evening and one of the choices is an Indian plate. This is how it comes about that I end up eating one of the best south Indian vegetable biryanis of my life in a tiny village in the south of <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country-region>. <a href="http://www.bistrotdepays.com/spip.php?rubrique144">L'Absinthe's owners</a> have traveled several times to <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">India</st1:country-region></st1:place> and have obviously picked up a few recipes and some kadipatta.The next morning we are taken to a nearby nougaterie which doubles as a museum. The <a href="http://www.nougatsoubeyran.com/">Nougaterie Arnaud Soubeyran</a> still makes nougat by hand and conducts a guided tour through the premises. Though we’ve had breakfast we take up the offer of a cake au nougat and some tea before being shown around. The nougaterie is fabricating calissons today. Originally a specialty of <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Provence</st1:place></st1:state> somehow the delicacy made its way to Montélimar and now many provençal businesses order these from Montélimar. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/nougats-727412.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/nougats-727408.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nougat gets its whiteness from egg white. The nougaterie uses honey harvested from lavender fields (which it owns) and also grows its own almonds. A while back a local apiarist arrived with some bees and the nougaterie decided to display them in a glass case, the bees have been given an exit through a pipe out into the open but they come back to their hive in the evenings. The queen has a spectacular blue dot <a href="http://www3.fnac.com/search/quick.do?text=franck+thilliez&category=book&SID=d9cec7ee-4b03-69e4-7398-225ed04e959f&UID=0D8EE41A0-5705-1E6A-5142-DD07B416A1D6&AID=&Origin=FnacFR&OrderInSession=1&TTL=101020071356&bl=HGACrera&submitbtn=Ok">Franck Thilliez</a> spots right away and is easy to identify through the glass, several worker bees are moving to and fro doing things for her. At the end of the tour we are offered some more types of nougats and calissons to taste. At the afternoon lunch served at the hotel dining room for the authors I’m too full to eat. I’ve a rendezvous at three with students at the local lycée Alain Borne. A few minutes from the hotel, the lycée is having its break when Chantal the association president and I walk over. Some of the other writers invited to the festival are also addressing classes here and in another nearby lycée. My event is with students in the première, the seconde and the terminale. From what I understand of the scholastic system that means the students are high school sophomores, juniors, and seniors and a few students who’ve opted for a technical education. They are between fourteen and seventeen, a mixed group. The event is held in the library. The students have put up several displays about <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>, pictures, texts, studies and a collection of books. I take a look at them before sitting down. All the students have read extracts from Babyji and many have read the whole book, they have been asked to write about <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> and two texts have been selected for me. Marie-Charlotte reads her text first, it is poetic and rhythmic. The next text is written by Cassandre but is read by her and two of her classmates. After this the floor is opened to the students. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/lycee-754437.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/lycee-754431.jpg" border="0" /></a>They are shy to ask the first few questions but after that they don’t stop. For an hour and a half they quiz me about the book, about myself, about schools in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>, about writing, about why the main character is a girl, about getting published, about the process of writing various drafts. It is intense, it is exhausting. It is, above all, profoundly satisfying. Their energy is contagious and their enthusiasm on a Friday afternoon at four pm is immensely flattering. I realize that with them I’ve let myself get carried away. The usual distance that I try to maintain as a writer is broken. When the teachers suggest we move to the réfectoire for a goûter littéraire and continue the discussion there I take a picture of them all saying I want it for my blog. Within hours one of them will comment on my French blog.Saturday is the moment for readers to meet with authors. At the Village des Cafés Littéraires set up not far from the hotel the writers seat themselves at tables. Those browsing our books at the bookseller can drop by and ask us to sign. Two young teenagers Juliette and Charlotte who are journalists for a <a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10196060">real-time gazette</a> during the café drop by and interview me for their afternoon edition. The cartoonist Eric Vaxman draws us. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/napol-748724.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/napol-748719.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lunch is served in our hotel Le Relais d'Empereur (it has boasted the passage of Napoléan, Winston Churchill and Brigitte Bardot) which is located at the Place Marx Dormoy. One of the writers <a href="http://www3.fnac.com/search/quick.do?OrderInSession=1&TTL=101020071406&SID=d9cec7ee-4b03-69e4-7398-225ed04e959f&Origin=FnacFR&UID=0D8EE41A0-5705-1E6A-5142-DD07B416A1D6&text=eric+holder&category=book&x=721&y=150">Eric Holder</a> tells the rest of us that Max Dormoy a minister for the Popular Front who refused to sign over the granting of full powers to Pétain was assassinated in Montélimar with bombs that had been placed under his bed. His assassins fled to Franco’s <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Spain</st1:place></st1:country-region> and were never persecuted. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/adh-763999.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.abhadawesar.com/uploaded_images/adh-763985.jpg" border="0" /></a>In the afternoon after lunch there is enough time to take a quick walk to the Château des Adhémar in Montélimar. Located on a small hillock it provides a nice outlook over town. It was constructed in the twelfth century. My café littéraire in the evening is held at 9pm at a local teahouse La Caverne d’Ali Baba. The treasurer of the association Jean-François walks me over. I see faces I recognize from earlier meetings and many new ones. Harold David the moderator has come from <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Paris</st1:place></st1:city> and works for <a href="http://www.maison-des-ecrivains.asso.fr/">La maison des écrivains</a>. After the session I get a chance to speak one on one with many in the audience. <a href="http://www3.fnac.com/item/author.do?id=283022&RNID=-13&SID=d9cec7ee-4b03-69e4-7398-225ed04e959f&UID=0D8EE41A0-5705-1E6A-5142-DD07B416A1D6&Origin=FnacFR&OrderInSession=1&TTL=060420081414">Pia Petersen</a> and <a href="http://www3.fnac.com/item/author.do?id=479174&RNID=-13&SID=d9cec7ee-4b03-69e4-7398-225ed04e959f&UID=0D8EE41A0-5705-1E6A-5142-DD07B416A1D6&Origin=FnacFR&OrderInSession=1&TTL=060420081415">Nathacha Appanah </a>come to my event and we end up sitting and talking long after it is over. Pia is a philosopher by training who left her native <st1:country-region st="on">Denmark</st1:country-region> to study in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country-region> and now writes novels in French. She’s bursting with political ideas of all sorts and regales us with stories about passports, civil status and run-ins with the bureaucracy that border on the Kafkaesque. Nathacha and I ask simultaneously if she’s written about it threatening that we will if she doesn’t! Nathacha’s café littéraire is the next morning and I’m going to miss it since I am leaving early. But we’ve bought each other’s books now—another way of being in touch. Earlier in the day leafing through her novels trying to decide which one to begin with I finally settled on <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Blue</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Bay</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype st="on">Palace</st1:placetype></st1:place> because the character Maya shares her name with my character in That Summer in Paris. I wonder for a moment if I would have written that book if I had known so many other writers at that time and if the novel would have been anything like it is if I had. I felt the isolation of the writing life and the absence of friends in the field so sorely then. The beauty of the festivals this month is that one gets to meet one’s readers and also ones confreres.Christine Carraz who is the only employ of the festival (the others are all volunteers of the association) has handled all our logistics and our last minute issues with train reservations and transfers like a solid rock. Since the festival began on Thursday she has barely slept, whether one is getting back to the hotel past midnight or taking breakfast early in the morning she is always there with a smile. She drives us to the station in the morning, <a href="http://www3.fnac.com/item/author.do?id=2464&RNID=-13&SID=d9cec7ee-4b03-69e4-7398-225ed04e959f&UID=0D8EE41A0-5705-1E6A-5142-DD07B416A1D6&Origin=FnacFR&OrderInSession=1&TTL=060420081423">Eric Faye</a> and <a href="http://www3.fnac.com/item/author.do?id=3430&RNID=-13&SID=d9cec7ee-4b03-69e4-7398-225ed04e959f&UID=0D8EE41A0-5705-1E6A-5142-DD07B416A1D6&Origin=FnacFR&OrderInSession=1&TTL=060420081417">Dominique Fabre</a> are on the same train. Dominique will be in <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state> next year, his book La serveuse était nouvelle is being published in English by Archipelago Books under the title <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Waitress-Was-New-Dominique-Fabre/dp/0977857697/ref=sr_1_1/002-4339717-5639207?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1191932371&sr=1-1">The Waitress was new</a>. Only after I leave the train and head to the taxi stand do I realize I’ve not left my email with Dominique so I’m hoping he’ll come across this blog and contact me before his <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region> book tour.abhadawesarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09404764974290914455noreply@blogger.com