Black corner: Mediterranean capital Marseille

Years go by and the nostalgia of Jean-Claude Izzo (Marseille, 1945-2000) does not pass.

Oliver Thansan
Oliver Thansan
07 January 2024 Sunday 09:36
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Black corner: Mediterranean capital Marseille

Years go by and the nostalgia of Jean-Claude Izzo (Marseille, 1945-2000) does not pass. In retrospect, it almost seemed like a way of being French to be talented, to love them and to have cancer rob us of them (Trufaut, Manchette and Izzo himself), of their talent and his future production. The Clandestina publishing house publishes in Catalan the best dark short stories by the Marseille author, with a prologue by his son, Sebastien.

Izzo, burned and fascinated by what Manuel Vázquez Montalbán had done with Carvalho and Barcelona, ​​knew how to see the possibilities of his own city, Marseille, and its society - mestizo, very free, tribal, Mediterranean, defeated and proud -, to build a trilogy impeccable -Total Keops (1995), Chourmo (1996) and Soleà (1998)-, as well as his franchise character, Fabio Montale.

Unlike many authors in decades after Izzo and Montalbán, the city is not a street map or a guide to bars and squares, but rather a place so familiar, so much of its protagonists and authors that it is about feeling and accepting in an attempt to understand who is before: the people of Marseille or Marseille, the people of Barcelona or Barcelona.

Viure cansa is a volume of photos and characters from that Marseille that takes on a leading role in anything Izzo wrote. Being short narratives, the absence of the heavy scaffolding of a novel allows the melancholy, details and atmospheres of Marseille to creep in, that city that is and is not the Barcelona of our childhood.

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