![]() ![]() It is a meaningless phrase its lack of drama subverts our expectations for what an opening line normally looks like. The silliness of Mood Indigo is in evidence from the very first words – “Colin finished his bath”. In the end, Mood Indigo moves on from its silly initial impression to become a brilliant reflection on mental health and more. ![]() Because soon enough, a rot appears under the joyous façade, and all that was wonderfully absurd now becomes terrifyingly absurd, and the initial messages the book trumpeted now struggle to sustain themselves once things have started going wrong. His characters are indeed happy, their world is indeed absurd. And especially when that happiness is located in a world of absurdity, where nothing seems to matter or have a connection to our own world… in short, the book started to annoy me.īut Vian is playing a game in Mood Indigo. Who actually likes to read about happy people? Certainly not me. For the first third of the book I had thoughts of dropping it and getting on with something serious. The work is absurd, and at first glance meaningless – people hop on clouds, the sunlight makes pleasant sounds. Such is, in some sense, the first impression I got from the French writer Boris Vian’s novel, Mood Indigo (after one of its film adaptations), originally translated as Froth on the Daydream. ![]() Oh, how wonderful it is to be young and happy, rich and idle. ![]()
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