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Mencio Vidal mencioc503 — Josianne, the departmental secretary of an unnamed university in Paris, is in charge of allocating office space to new professors. She gives Trevor Stratton, a visiting American, "the office with the tall useless empty file cabinet in the corner." But in that useless filing cabinet, she also leaves a small box of mundane artefacts for him to discover at his leisure; a box which proves to tell a remarkable story. Stratton becomes obsessed with the artefacts, and what he is able to learn about their original owner, a woman named Louise Brunet (née Victor): born at the end of the nineteenth century, she found and lost love during the First World War, married a stable but rather stodgy after the peace, and lived the rest of her life in a flat at 13, Rue Thérèse in the 1er arrondisement. As Stratton pieces together Louise's story, we the readers are also allowed to see the love letters, photographs and other trinkets that held some special significance to the original owner. There are images throughout the book (and hyperlinks to the book's website for larger versions of the images). And so there are two plots, simultaneous and related: the current day plot of Trevor finding the artefacts and the story of Louise and her husband and her lovers. Louis's story is not chronological: the plot weaves back and forth through her life, from when she's a young woman, to the autumn of 1928, to her girl-hood, to the death of her brother in the Spanish 'Flu pandemic of 1918; dictated, it would seem, by the order in which Trevor investigates her effects. Trevor and Josianne also become lovers. Josianne lives in a flat in the same building that Louise occupied, at 13, Rue Thérèse. But, in a twist of magical realism, Trevor also meets Louise at various points in her life, like a time traveller, transported back to November 1928, back to December 1918, back to the killing fields of Flanders during the Great War. In an afterward, the author relates some of her own story. She lived in a flat at 13, Rue Thérèse. She was only a girl when the real Louise Brunet died, a widow without any relatives. The owner of the building, needing to clean out the flat, opened the doors to the other tenants, inviting them to take what they wished. The author carried the little box of artefacts with her ever since, always speculating on the possible stories behind the letters and gloves and buttons and coins: this book is the result. I enjoyed it. It was a slight and slender book, and the "magic" was a little silly. But it had a charm, and though I haven't been to the website to look at the artefacts for myself yet, I will.