War is over, there is a new calm throughout Paris, but meaning has been drained from life, and lost souls seem to be in every direction. Lots of things have been written about Modiano's "little music", and once again it is his little music (a certain way of writing, a unique way of creating a special atmosphere, etc) that holds this novel together and makes its undeniable charms.

In this life that sometimes seems to be a vast, ill-defined landscape, amid all of the vanishing lines and lost horizons, we hope to find reference points, to draw up some kind of land registry so as to shake the impression that we are navigating by chance. Louki lived with Jean-Pierre in the affluent, sterile suburb of Neuilly, where there is an inevitability that the marriage will fail. La jeunesse, seule partie de la vie qui nous pourrait convaincre à choisir l’éternel retour, mais qui, elle, malheureusement, choisit toujours le néant.He previously won the 2012 Austrian State Prize for European Literature, the 2010 Prix mondial Cino Del Duca from the Institut de France for lifetime achievement, the 1978 Prix Goncourt for Rue des boutiques obscures, and the 1972 Grand Prix du roman de l'Académie française for Les Boulevards de ceinture. Through the eyes of four very different narrators, including Louki herself, we contemplate her character and her fate, while Modiano explores the themes of identity, memory, time, and forgetting that are at the heart of his spellbinding and deeply moving art. Queneau, the author of "Zazie dans le métro", introduced Modiano to the literary world via a cocktail party given by publishing house Éditions Gallimard. Louki, whose real name is Jacqueline Delanque, is refracted through the accounts of four different narrators (one of them herself), none of whom create a whole picture.

There is something about his writing style, his themes and his characters, that strike the right note with me. She becomes known to the police, wandering the streets of Montmartre alone and too young, while her mother works at Le Moulin Rouge. The only purpose of our journey was to go to the heart of the summer, to where time stops and the hands of the clock are set forever at noon.As with many of his books it is about identity, memory, time, forgetting and escaping—and