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VERNON SUBUTEX 3 by Virginie Despentes

VERNON SUBUTEX 3

by Virginie Despentes ; translated by Frank Wynne

Pub Date: May 11th, 2021
ISBN: 978-0-374-28326-1
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux

The long, wild ride of France’s most unlikely lothario reaches its lurid climax.

For this third and concluding chapter in the series about the titular vagabond, it seems fitting that Despentes completes the cycle of grief by finally giving her eccentric ensemble a kind of acceptance and maybe even a little peace. As before, this is a sprawling cast of human pinballs, with dozens of characters careening in and out of each other’s lives, cataloged via a roster recounting each character’s current events. Perpetual sad sack Vernon is returning from exile as a changed man facing a very different Paris than he left: “Paris has become hard. Vernon is immediately aware of the pent-up aggression­­—people are furious, pressed up against each other, ready to come to blows.” In that respect, this entry is very much of its time, visiting its characters’ feverish day-to-day dramas but punctuated by real-life shockwaves, among them the Charlie Hebdo attack, the coordinated terrorist attacks that ended in the Bataclan massacre, and more personal losses like David Bowie. Vernon, meanwhile, has become the somewhat unreliable sage to a group of disciples as well as a popular DJ, dubbed the “shaman of the turntable.” Returning from the relatively safe commune where he and his friends were building a capitalism-free life, Vernon is faced with a dilemma when his old drinking buddy Charles dies, leaving him a fortune but no clue as to how to spend it. The meandering story is characteristically prolonged, but there’s something comforting in visiting each singular arc, be it coke addict Kiko searching for spiritual equilibrium, friends Aïcha and Céleste going underground after avenging the death of Aïcha’s mother, or Laurent Dopalet, the Harvey Weinstein doppelgänger, licking his wounds and plotting revenge. Perhaps it’s because no one here changes much, yet none are immune to the inevitable march of time. Life, in all its chaotic glory, goes on.

The inevitable finale to a messy, often absorbing saga about the evolution of the dispossessed.