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A beautifully tragic and thought-provoking tale that perfectly reflects the elegance and style of Murakami and the skill and plotting of Julian Barnes Bilodo lives a solitary daily life, routinely completing his postal rounds every day and returning to his empty Montreal apartment. But he has found a way to break the cycle—Bilodo has taken to stealing people's mail, steaming open the envelopes, and reading the letters inside. And so it is he comes across Ségolène's letters. She is corresponding with Gaston, a master poet, and their letters are each composed of only three lines. They are writing each other haikus. The simplicity and elegance of their poems move Bilado and he begins to fall in love with her. But one day, out on his round, he witnesses a terrible and tragic accident. Just as Gaston is walking up to the post-box to mail his next haiku to Ségolène, he is hit by a car and dies on the side of the road. And so Bilodo makes an extraordinary decision—he will impersonate Gaston and continue to write to Ségolène under this guise. But how long can the deception continue for? Denis Thériault weaves a passionate and elegant tale, comic and tragic with a love story at its heart.… (more)
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Gradually the story loosens its moorings from the practical opening from sceptical realism into a kind of meditative parable on infatuation. As a more allegorical story it transcends the initiating scenario to play delightfully with words and ideas.
It's interesting to read in the interview that Thériault's third novel perhaps continues from this one. A set of such Montreal Tales could become a modern classic.
Incidentally, a sequel to this novella, The Postman’s Fiancee, is due for publication this year. Will it bring a close to Bilodo ‘s besotted journey, or will it add another layer to this curious and comic tale? I eagerly anticipate it's arrival!
A sweet little book, if a little strange. (What is it about me and strange books?)
Bilodo is a postman in Toronto. He lives a quiet solitary life apart from odd occasions when a fellow postman drags him out and tries to set him up with
Of course, this being a story, it can't just continue like that. A sudden event disturbs this little pasttime.
The book itself works like a haiku. If I explain that, then I spoil the ending.
A lovely, sweet little book and a nice quick read.
Bilodo is a lonely postman in Montreal who does his job well and without complaint because he has found a way to make his life meaningful. You see, "Bilodo was an inquisitive postman."
Bilodo find the haiku beautiful and moving. He is obsessed with Ségolène and each of her delicate, lovely haikus. He makes copies of each poem and savors them, in love with the words and also the writer. When Bilodo witnesses an accident and Grandpré death, he tries to take over the man's life and begins to write his own haiku, awkwardly at first, but later with more skill and finesse.
This is a delicate, lovely tale about the nature of loneliness, obsession, and the beauty and order of writing haiku. Since it is a short novella much of the focus is on the haiku rather than detailed character development. The ending was perfect for this elegant story, totally unexpected, and... enlightening.
Disclosure: My Kindle edition was courtesy of Hesperus Press for review purposes.
This is truly a lovely little book. The book is only a little over 100 pages and yet the author is able to fully flesh out the characters and make you care about them. I loved reading the many haikus that are scattered throughout the book and never knew how passionate a short haiku could be. There’s a tragic love story at the heart of this book that will remind you of Cyrano de Bergerac. The book is quirky, it’s charming, it’s funny, it’s tragic and it’s quite a feat for the author to gather together such a compelling story with so few words, much like a haiku itself. This book was originally published in France and I’m delighted to read that its sequel, The Postman’s Fiancee, will be published later this year.
This novella is just about as perfect as you can get. Highly recommended.
This book was given to me by the publisher through Library Thing in return for an honest review.
The writing is evocative and
poetic novella for
lovers of stories
This is a charming, little fable of a postman who falls into an epistolary romance with a woman who loves haiku. Although the postman is morally suspect, guilty of both postal crimes and false pretenses, it becomes easy to have sympathy for this
of the Lonely Postman is
A pretty good read
Yeah...there's haiku throughout. It's a love story...but a weird one, that should be creepy, but it's not. I suppose it's a ghost story of sorts and something else altogether, but I still liked the character of the titular postman. It's a
It’s the story of Bilodo, an introverted young postman who “borrows” personal correspondence from people on his route to steam open, read and deliver the following day. As a result of this questionable practice, he becomes obsessed with a young lady in Guadeloupe who exchanges haiku with an eccentric middle-aged professor. When the professor meets with a sudden and tragic end, Bilodo studies the art of haiku and, masquerading as her pen-pal, begins to correspond with her in his place. This all makes the character sound pretty creepy, but he’s presented in a very sympathetic light and my reaction to his pursuit seemed to swing between pity and inspiration. Most of the time, I found myself rooting for him.
Immediately after finishing this, I read the sequel, The Postman’s Fiancee (which by the end of the first part, seemed a frankly doubtful prospect), which I highly recommend. The sequel fills in some blanks about Bilodo’s life and, ultimately, brings his saga full circle, so to speak.
This is a short but dense novel filled with humor, pathos and lots of [Asian] philosophical musing. It can be enjoyed for its odd story alone or, if one chooses to dig a bit deeper, for what it has to say about personal connection and the human condition.
As I
There's also a quiet, mildly nightmarish menace to the story. There's a quote from a review on the back that likens it to Kafka, but it reminded me more of Paul Auster.
Bilodo is the twenty-seven year old titular postman. His life is a ritual of sorting and delivering letters. He has never received a personal letter, and develops an extra ritual that involves secretly taking such letters home with him, steaming them open to read them, before resealing them for delivery the next day. Bilodo falls in love with one of the correspondents whose letters he intercepts, and the novel explores obsession, infatuation, the circularity of life, using haiku and tanka as both medium and message.
A new favorite author!