The New York Times Book Review - Edmund White
This is an autobiography unlike any you have ever read; you might call it a collective autobiography. James Merrill used to mock the egotistic memoirs of the day by calling them "ME-moirs." Ernaux's is a "WE-moir," the group memory of her generation (she was born in 1940)…The Years is an earnest, fearless book, a Remembrance of Things Past for our age of media domination and consumerism, for our period of absolute commodity fetishism.
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"Spanning decades, this is an outlier in Ernaux’s oeuvre; unlike her other books, with their tight close-ups on moments in her life, here such intimacies are embedded in the larger sweep of social history. She moves between the chorus of conventional wisdom and the specifics of her own experiences, showing how even an artist with such a singular vision could recognize herself as a creature of her cohort and her culture. Most moving to me is how she begins and ends by listing images she can still recall — a merry-go-round in the park; graffiti in a restroom — that have been inscribed into her memory, yet are ultimately ephemeral." —Jennifer Szalai. New York Times’s 100 Best Books of the 21st Century
"The Years is an earnest, fearless book, a Remembrance of Things Past for our age of media domination and consumerism, for our period of absolute commodity fetishism." —Edmund White, The New York Times Book Review
"Annie Ernaux is ruthless. I mean that as a compliment. Perhaps no other memoirist – if, in fact, memoir-writing is what Ernaux is up to, which both is and isn’t the case – is so willing to interrogate not only the details of her life but also the slippery question of identity. ... Think of The Years ... as memoir in the shape of intervention: 'all the things she has buried as shameful and which are now worthy of retrieval, unfolding, in the light of intelligence.'"
—David L. Ulin, Los Angeles Times
"The process of reading The Years is similar to a treasure box discovery. ... It is the kind of book you close after reading a few pages, carried away by the bittersweet taste it leaves in your mind. ... Ernaux transforms her life into history and her memories into the collective memory of a generation.” —Azarin Sadegh, Los Angeles Review of Books
"Annie Ernaux’s The Years, translated by Alison L. Strayer, is ostensibly the author’s autobiography, but if a book can be both sinuous and fragmentary, this one is, circling around the truth, presenting a collage of images, episodes, memories and flights of imagination. The narrative voice moves between the first person plural and the third person. It’s just a glorious novel – think JM Coetzee meets Joan Didion." —Alex Preston, The Guardian
"... a memoir that is humble and generous, an homage to the great French writers and thinkers of the previous century." —Bookforum
"The author of one of the most important oeuvres in French literature, Annie Ernaux’s work is as powerful as it is devastating, as subtle as it is seething." —Edouard Louis, author of The End of Eddy
"One of the few indisputably great books of contemporary literature." —Emmanuel Carrère, author of The Kingdom
"One of the best books you'll ever read." —Deborah Levy, author of Hot Milk
"Attentive, communal and genuinely new, Annie Ernaux’s The Years is an astonishing achievement." —Olivia Laing, author of Crudo
"A book of memory, of a life and world, staggeringly and brilliantly original." —Philippe Sands, author of East West Street
"The Years is a revolution, not only in the art of autobiography but in art itself. Annie Ernaux's book blends memories, dreams, facts and meditations into a unique evocation of the times in which we lived, and live." —John Banville
