‘Songs for the Cold of Heart’ by Eric Dupont (Review)

Back in 2016, the first book published by QC Fiction, a press specialising in translation into English of contemporary Québécois literature, was Eric Dupont’s stylised memoir/novel Life in the Court of Matane.  Since then, they’ve brought out a number of interesting books, but the latest returns to Dupont, this time for a far more ambitious work.  This one spans a century, taking the reader from Quebec to the rest of North America, and then later off into Europe, as it follows the members of a rather unusual family on their path into the new millennium…

Songs for the Cold of Heart (translated by Peter McCambridge, review copy courtesy of the publisher) is an epic tale centred on the Lamontagne family, French-Canadians with a touch of German blood in their veins.  We begin in 1958, in the town of Rivière-du-Loup, where Louis Lamontagne is home with his three children, knocking back gin as he starts another tall tale from his eventful past.  This is the reader’s cue to get comfortable and settle down for a long ride; we’re six-hundred pages from our eventual destination, and there’ll be a whole lot of stories before we get there.

Initially, it appears that Louis is to be the hero of our tale, as the early chapters focus on his birth (and the sudden appearance of his mother, La Fiancée américaine of the original title), describing a young man growing up with certain genetic advantages.  One early section is told through the eyes of a young American woman at a county fair, left speechless when she sees Louis taking part in a strongman event:

The emcee stepped back to reveal the beast.  Louis Lamontagne must have been over six foot six.  His hair dark and wavy, the hair of the Roman emperors in American black and white movies.  Unlike his rivals, all of whom seemed to have been moulded from a barrel, Louis Lamontagne was nothing but muscle and bone.  But what bone!  When he flexed his right arm, a bicep as big as a cantaloupe sprung up, and an appreciative murmur rippled through the tent.  Clad in a skin-tight navy blue leotard, Louis Lamontagne did not appear to believe in the virtues of humility and prudishness cherished by a certain segment of society.  But no one in the audience seemed the least concerned about that.
p.68 (QC Fiction, 2018)

Floria is far from the first (or last) woman to be dazzled by the young colossus, and even US army drafters fall over themselves to get close to him, leading to a stint for Lamontagne in the army during World War Two.

In truth, though, Louis is merely the supporting act, with the following generations carrying the bulk of the story.  Young Madeleine, the eight-year-old daughter mixing the drinks back in 1958, grows up to become a succesful businesswoman, and her two sons, Gabriel and Michel, gradually move into the lead roles.  As the stage expands, taking in New York, Berlin and Rome, you could be forgiven for imagining that the past is forgotten.  However, the novel is actually working its way around to revisiting some of the actions of the past, and by the end of the book, the family will discover certain secrets that have been hidden for most of the century.

Songs for the Cold of Heart is an ambitious, expansive story, a multi-generational family tale with a fair dose of magical realism (including a matriarch who dies but stays upright and arrows flying up into the sky, only to land elsewhere decades later).  If you’re looking for reference points, then works such as Midnight’s Children, One Hundred Years of Solitude or Beauty is a Wound will probably give you a fair idea of the nature of Dupont’s book.  The novel is divided into sections told by different characters (and in differing formats), with the action jumping around, rarely settling in one place for too long, and in terms of the content there are several similarities with his earlier work in the way he handles serious issues with a light, humorous touch.

In some ways, despite the globetrotting, one of the important strands is the development of life in provincial Quebec.  Much of the first half takes place in Rivière-du-Loup, where Louis is a local celebrity, and Dupont describes a small town with an unhealthy fascination with other people’s affairs.  As much as time might appear to stand still there, though, it does pass, bringing new developments in its wake:

Irene and the children ventured into the living room one by one.  Louis was standing in front of a wooden dresser with a screen in the middle of it.  A man was reading a news bulletin.  In the blue light, the Lamontagne family and Solange Bérubé watched the first pictures of the victorious presidential couple.  The crowd was ecstatic, people were shouting in English.  A cold wind blew through the house.

Later, as Madeleine becomes (very) successful, another aspect to this strand is developed.  Are these humble origins something to be proud of or a stain to hide at all costs?  As it turns out, not all the characters have the same opinion when it comes to dealing with their roots.

However, Songs for the Cold of Heart eventually outgrows its provincial beginnings and develops into a novel spanning the globe.  The story is intricately plotted, with every little detail there for a reason, including countless parallels and connections for the reader to spot.  In addition to a bass clef birthmark and the unusual teal-coloured eyes several characters inherit, we puzzle over the relevance of gold chains with initials and the parallels between characters (such as relationships developing over singing lessons, decades and continents apart).  Dupont delights in planting clues and red herrings in equal proportions, and while we may think we know where it’s all going, at the end he pulls the rug from under our feet, causing us to rethink what we thought we knew.

For anyone looking for a guide through the novel, the writer provides one in his riffs on the opera Tosca, a recurring motif, not only in the several visits to the opera (and Michel’s singing career).  Teasing us, Dupont and his characters constantly return to the story, with sly hints at parallels between the novel and the opera (such as Solange’s nickname, Suzuki, given less for a Japanese connection than her love of motorbikes…).  The final scenes include a rather daring adaptation, tying the opera to the second-world-war stories that take up so much of the second half of the book.  It’s a shame, then, that I know nothing at all about it – I suspect there’s a lot here that went whizzing over my head.

However, the novel is, above all, prominent for its stories.  There’s Louis, of course, and his tall (yet true) tales, describing the many feats of strength that gave him his ‘Louis the Horse’ nickname, but many of the best tales are told to Louis’ grandson Gabriel by Magda, an old woman he meets in Berlin, harrowing stories of suffering over the course of the war.  These tales are put into perspective, though, when the young man encounters someone else who lived through these times:

“You take everything at face value. You must constantly be taken aback, let down by life’s little illusions.  Your neighbour in East Berlin tells you about her childhood and you take her story as the gospel truth.” (p.496)

The warning for Gabriel holds just as true for the reader – don’t believe everything you hear.  Some storytellers have a hidden agenda…

A long rambling novel with a monumental cast (you may need some paper handy to jot down notes regarding who’s who), Songs for the Cold of Heart comes to a climax in Rome, bringing most of the surviving cast members together before the final curtain falls.  Like a few of the scenes in the book, this denouement does seem a tad too convenient, but it makes for an enjoyable end to a wonderfully entertaining novel.  It’s currently hammering it down here in Melbourne, and this was the perfect book to curl up with over a week or so of miserable weather.  I realise that’s probably not the case where you’re currently located, but whatever the weather, you can’t go wrong with a good old-fashioned epic yarn – and that’s exactly what Dupont’s monster of a novel is 🙂

12 thoughts on “‘Songs for the Cold of Heart’ by Eric Dupont (Review)

    1. Simon – Yes, there was a lot to like about this one. It could have been tighter in places, but it all came together well in the end 🙂


  1. Thanks so much for this, Tony. Yeah – I don’t think you could ever accuse Dupont’s writing of being tight. 🙂 But boring it’s not! There’s always something going on. And, as you say, there’s a reason behind every reference. I must have reread it ten times and I was still picking up on echoes between chapters just before we printed. 🙂


  2. This got shortlisted for the Giller! And just my luck it’s not available in UK and I’ll have to order it on import, which will cut down the time I have available to read the 600+ pages of it!


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