the first person

The First Person Cogito, 2020 – In The First Person, a disillusioned computer programmer working for the police has decided to erase his identity. We do not know why. Leaving his old life behind, the man becomes a private detective in Los Angeles under a new, forged identity. He is hired to find a local gangster’s unfaithful wife, but after locating the woman, he falls in love with her. The pair plans to reunite after he returns her and collects his fee, but their plans are shortcircuited by her husband, who punishes her cruelly for her betrayals. Devastated, the detective exacts his revenge. But soon, trapped by his own manipulations, he slowly falls into a mystic quest that redefines his self-image and world view. Written in the first person, the book explores, through the main character’s eyes, his tortured mind, and depicts, with carefully chosen words, the emptiness of his existence and his lack of real emotion. The First Person has been critically praised as an account of one man’s systematic destruction of his own personality. REVIEWS: Antonioni admirers take note – I admit that the most interesting thing I found about this book was the premise; a man, frustrated with his humdrum identity, assumes that of Mark Frechette. Frechette, as the novel reminds us, was the young male actor who starred in Antonioni’s ZABRISKIE POINT; he became somewhat of a revolutionary, or at the very least a criminal, after the making of the film, and was involved in bank holdups (sorry, don’t recall how many). He defended his actions in radical terms. He was arrested and sent to prison, where he tried to get several social programs going to better the life of inmates; he was a little more outspoken than was safe for him and was eventually found murdered in a weight room. All this is true, and a rather fascinating bit of recent history, particularly in that the making of the film probably had a lot to do with Frechette’s choices in later life — life imitating art and all that. It’s even more interesting that someone should then, years later, write a novel that has its main character attempting to hide under Frechette’s name. The swapping-of-identity theme — man seeking freedom from his former self, while pursued by his family — is also, of course, familiar to Antonioni fans, as a device exploited very effectively in THE PASSENGER. Alas, now that I’m hungry to reexplore it, it’s out of print. I *think* other people would find it interesting, tho’… Y’gotta admit, the premise is quite something. Allan MacInnis –  “Pierre Turgeon has made a beautiful book, sparkling on a black background. A flawless prose, whose lyricism remains subdued by a cold and tragic determination, is surrounded by a deadly solitude like the pyramids of Egypt.” Jacques Ferron, Livres d’ici. –  “The First Person is at the same time a detective novel, a vertiginous descent into the existential void, a hallucinating portrait of what tomorrow’s world could be, if tomorrow there is, it seems to me, also a kind of sad poem, a growing economy of language that tends towards silence, inscribing in the sense as a derisory provocation, the very negation of meaning.” Réginald Martel, La Presse.

Sweet Poison
Sweet Poison Cogito, 2020 – This is the story of the rise and fall of a middle-class family, destroyed by its legacy of greed and hatred. The hero survives only by learning the bitter truth about himself and his family. REVIEW: “Pierre Turgeon makes a stunning entrance into our literature. There are few writers from here who could not envy him his extraordinary mastery of the art of writing. Language more than correct, very rich vocabulary, sober and clear style, finesse of psychological observation, variety and fantasy of imagination, depth of vision of the world. Turgeon has all these qualities and more. We should pay him a life annuity and condemn him to write for as long as possible.” Réginald Martel, La Presse.

hitler's boat

Hitler’s Boat Cogito, 2020 – Here is an astonishing love story that unfolds against the backdrop of a big and small story. A troubling book from beginning to end. Berlin, 1940. Seduced by a German woman and Hitler’s promise to guarantee Quebec’s independence, a Montreal journalist lends his voice to Nazi propaganda. Forty years later, Christophe Chénier discovers that he is the son of a singular man who spared Churchill’s life and played a decisive role in the Führer’s fate. Traitor or hero? Who was the enigmatic Lizbeth, his mother? The answer may lie on board the Helgoland, the armoured sailing ship that was to rescue the Führer from his enemies, now moored in the Bay of Chaleur. Christophe Chénier embarks on a perilous journey in search of the dead who gave him life. A fascinating delirium. A dazzling book. REVIEWS: ¨The novelty of Hitler’s Boat is twofold. On the one hand, the retro elements which are opposed in the story are German and Quebecois, on the other hand, they do not animate a drama but a spy fantasy. The playfulness carried by the style serves as a counterpoint to the depth of the theme and gives the novel its own originality.” Gabrielle Pascal, Québec Français. “These are perfect pages in terms of style, in terms of verisimilitude too, whose limits are always those of writing. The plot, the relationships between the characters, the confused images of history and fiction, all of this is so dense that I don’t see what the author could have added or subtracted from it.” Réginald Martel, La Presse

Coming Soon Cogito, 2020 – In Coming Soon, the focus of attention is political rather than social. A war film is being made on the streets of Montreal. But the events that take place – do they exist only on film or are they real? This is the central question of the novel, which gives an answer strong and clear enough to leave an indelible mark on its world, and on ours. REVIEW: “Never will one have read a book as violent and as restrained… In a classic prose because it alone allowed him to play, Turgeon lies from the first to the last page, pretends to look for the assassin he knows well because he is in each one of us like the smothered and drowned violence of our taverns.” Jacques Godbout, L’actualité.”