"They all ate the mushrooms, and died." In the novel, that is.
October 22, 2013 3:28 AM   Subscribe

A bunch of years ago I read the first chapter of a French novel. It was funny. In that first chapter the narrator's family spends a day picking mushrooms, then eats them for dinner and they all die. The writer was French (possibly Belgian), with a 'punchy' name as I remember it. The novel was 'comic' (I think), and not especially long. I want to say it was written between the 50's and 60's but don't remember why I think that. There's a chance the author is also known for some other, non-writing endeavor (a la Nick Cave). I never wrote down the name of the novel or the writer because both had lodged in my head. Well, they've become dis-lodged and recently I went mushroom picking and spent the whole time trying to remember this novel and/or its author. Please. I've googled to no avail.
posted by From Bklyn to Media & Arts (6 answers total) 6 users marked this as a favorite
 
Best answer: Memoires d'un Tricheur?
posted by Marauding Ennui at 3:43 AM on October 22, 2013 [5 favorites]


Interesting, is that where Shirley Jackson got the idea for We Have Always Lived in the Castle?
posted by pete_22 at 4:00 AM on October 22, 2013 [1 favorite]


Response by poster: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
posted by From Bklyn at 4:27 AM on October 22, 2013


The passage in question, from Mémoires d'un Tricheur:

"Je suis né le 28 avril 1882, à Tortisambert, petit village bien joli du Calvados, dont on aperçoit le clocher à main gauche quand on va vers Troarn en quittant Livarot.
Mes parents tenaient un commerce d'épicerie qui leur laissait, bon an, mal an, cinq mille francs de bénéfice. Notre famille était nombreuse.
D'un premier lit, ma mère avait eu deux enfants. Elle eut, avec mon père, un fils et quatre filles. Mon père avait sa mère, ma mère avait son père
- ils étaient quittes, si j'ose dire - et nous avions, en outre, un oncle sourd-muet.
Nous étions douze à table.

Du jour au lendemain, un plat de champignons me laissa seul au monde.

Seul, car j'avais volé huit sous dans le tiroir-caisse pour m'acheter des billes - et mon père en courroux s'était écrié - « Puisque tu as volé, tu seras privé de champignons ! » Ces végétaux mortels, c'était le sourd- muet qui les avait cueillis - et ce soir-là, il y avait onze cadavres à la maison. "

If you go mushroom picking again and are searching for quotes or bons mots, try here.
posted by MuffinMan at 4:29 AM on October 22, 2013 [5 favorites]


Response by poster: Ha ha!

Un paysan ramasse des champignons dans un bois. Le vétérinaire du pays s'approche et reconnaît qu'ils sont vénéneux. - «Malheureux! Vous allez vous empoisonner! - - Ne craignez rien, monsieur, c'est pas pour les manger, c'est pour les vendre.»

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posted by From Bklyn at 4:46 AM on October 22, 2013 [4 favorites]


Just to save others clicking on the book link for the information, the 1935 novel is by Sacha Guitry, who was indeed known primarily as an actor, director, and playwright; this was his only novel.
posted by languagehat at 8:25 AM on October 22, 2013


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