It was not until after I turn the last pages of All Our Worldly Goods that Irene Nemirovsky finished the book before the war was over. She was projecting the story and its outcome pertaining to the war. Nemirovsky began the book in 1940, in occupied France. She was a refugee from the Russian Revolution and a Jew. Her husband is a rich Jewish man, though they both convert to the Catholic religion. The novel is originally published serially under an Aryan pseudonym, and only appeared as a book in 1947. All Our Worldly Goods is meant to be a predecessor to the unfinished Suite Francaise, a book full of ferocious mocking comedy and narrative urgency, an account of the fall of Paris written close to the event and without any idea of the outcome. The book is about a traditional bourgeois family, so caught up with their respectability, that is shocked by war. Marriage in defiance of family wishes during troubled times. That rhythm of crisis and the the sense of “ordinary”, deftly put together and woven, is consistent to her body of work.
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