In his history of France in the 1930s, The Hollow Years, Eugen Weber mentions, almost in passing, ‘Of two thousand French films shot between 1930 and 1950 only a quarter survive, and most of those that we still view are more or less glum.’
The novella has never been a hugely popular form. It’s often seen as a kind of in-between fiction, neither long enough to allow for satisfying character development and plotting, not brief enough to provide the concentrated impact of the best short stories. But it’s a form that I’ve always enjoyed and at its best it can combine something of the complexity of the novel with the economy of the short story
My first notion of Calypso Bergère was a kind of female Tintin, an intrepid teen-detective and adventurer inhabiting a slightly unreal, slightly indeterminate 1930s setting. But Tintin is ageless and sexless, and, to be blunt, two-dimensional.
This is the third in an occasional series of posts about the artistic and social world inhabited by Calypso Bergère. This post focuses on the third novella in the series, Calypso and the Accidental Recording, set in Paris in the spring of 1932.
This is the second in an occasional series of posts about the artistic and social world inhabited by Calypso Bergère. This post focuses on the second novella in the series, Calypso and the Christmas Map, set in Paris in the winter of 1931.