Book review: Call me Marlowe, Catherine de Saint Phalle

Among many other things, this novel canvasses love, reconciliation and friendship.

‘Why do you always call me Philip instead of Marlowe when you disagree with me?’ Harold Vaněk asks his beloved Marylou in this exciting novel. But don’t expect Harold to evince any resemblance to Raymond Chandler’s famous detective beyond the fact that both characters blunder their way towards their respective denouements. The genesis of Marylou’s playful yet telling nicknames for Harold is never fully explained; while Harold is beautifully portrayed as a man of heart-wrenching self-awareness, Catherine de Saint Phalle also tends to leave much to the reader’s imagination, tantalising with titbits rather than force-feeding a viewpoint.

The many readers who loved Saint Phalle’s The Sea and Us will be happy to meet Harold again here, but while the former novel comes highly recommended, it’s not necessary to have read it to revel in this one. In Harold, Saint Phalle paints a Czech Australian who twice runs away from Australia to another country, once from his mother to Seoul and another time from Marylou – now an Australian resident – to Prague. 

For he is, like many multilingual children of migrants, a person with his heart in more than one place: ‘Two seas of words swept through me: the Czech of my childhood and the English of my early adulthood. I felt neither Czech nor Australian.’ And Saint Phalle deploys her trademark talent for characterisation to populate her novel with a multinational cast.

Even those who appear just briefly, or are only evoked via glimpses of memory, spring to indelible life, from Verity the reluctant fish and chip shop owner – ‘I loathe it when they’re dead … and I must fry the poor fellows’ – to the little boy Petr who doesn’t like Harry Potter because the action takes place in a school.

The characters are also some of the nicest people you’ll ever meet, but that doesn’t stop them from making mistakes and misunderstanding one another. They also live in interesting places, from Melbourne’s Lygon Street in inner suburban Carlton, to Seoul and Prague, where Harold finally comes to terms with himself. But enough of what the book is about, except to say it is a love story, a story of reconciliation, a story of friendship and a story of the coming together of strangers. (It is not a murder story, although you do get to meet a murderer.)

Saint Phalle’s writing has a distinctive poetic lilt. Perhaps because of that, the many asides and references to Czech history are seamlessly integrated into the plot, strengthening it rather than serving as a distraction or detracting from the novel’s momentum. So successfully incorporated are they, in fact, that I found it a pity that, while what takes place in Prague is emblazoned that way, what happens in Melbourne is not. Though, to be fair, Australia’s recent history is arguably less dramatic than that of the Czech Republic.

Regardless, when you come to the last page of this wonderful novel, you’ll wish you hadn’t, not because it feels unfinished but because, as when you are with old friends, you won’t wish to say goodbye just yet.

Read: Book review: House of Longing, Tara Calaby

Saint Phalle was born in London and has lived in England and France, but she has now become an Australian citizen with a home in Melbourne’s Brunswick. So we can claim with considerable pride that, judging from Call Me Marlowe, she is one of our greatest living novelists.

Call me Marlowe, Catherine de Saint Phalle
Publisher: Transit Lounge
ISBN: 9780645565324
Paperback: 304pp
RRP: $32.99
Published: 1 May 2023

Erich Mayer is a retired company director and former organic walnut farmer.