The governesses

Serre's first work to be translated into English is a hypnotic tale of three governesses and the sensuous education they provide. Roaming the country estate of a staid married couple, Monsieur and Madame Austeur, Inès, Laura, and Eléonore are not exactly Jane Eyre types. Prone to Dionysian frenzies, they lounge naked in the sun or bound about like deer. Should any passerby fall "into the trap of their vast, lunar privacy," they pounce upon, seduce, and devour him ("in a ladylike manner") to sate their ungovernable desires. This could be the setup for a neo-pagan farce about the battle between Eros and civilization, but as Serre delves into the three women's existence, the novel taps into deeper, quieter waters: the Keatsian twinning of joy and melancholy. "It was life itself advancing," Monsieur Austeur thinks upon witnessing the governess's mysterious arrival, while sensing that each of these hedonistic women harbors an unknowable secret and ineradicable sadness. He provides a sense of order to counterbalance their chaos, and indeed, the same could be said about the work's steely prose. On the neighboring estate, an old, solitary man watches the voluptuous displays through a telescope, his omnipresent gaze at once leering, reverent and affirming. Serre's wistful ode to pleasure is as enchanting as its three nymph-like protagonists. (Sept.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

Three young governesses upend the staid marriage of their employers and abandon their charges for erotic adventures in this exquisitely strange, novella-length fairy tale.Monsieur and Madame Austeur and their passel of young boys occupy a country house with their three governesses, Elonore, Ins, and Laura. Across the way, an old man spies on the young womenwho tease him with erotic tableauxthrough his telescope. These are no ordinary governesses, after all, and this is no ordinary country household. The governesses "wind up, all three, at the end of the afternoon when the garden is getting chilly, pressed up against the gates like dead butterflies," waiting to seduce strangers who happen to walk by. Told in surrealist bursts, this novella combines the dreaminess of Barbara Comyns, Aimee Bender, and Kathryn Davis with the fairy-tale eroticism of Angela Carter. Each sentence evokes a dream logic both languid and circuitous as the governesses move through a fever of domesticity and sexual abandon. Serre works in fairy-tale archetypes, but she subverts them, too. Monsieur Austeur is an ironic but benevolent figure of order and masculinity who calms the feverish longings of his women just by concentrating late at night in his smoking room. "He receives all these cries, these chirrups and yelps from the women and children of the house, and, shuffling them together in his heart, sends them back transformed, slow and steady like the signals from a lighthouse." But when Laura becomes pregnant after one of her many trysts, Monsieur's order is upended, and he must succumb to the roiling femininity of a house full of caretakers, mothers, and desiring young women. This is a fascinating fable about marriage, longing, and sexual awakeningabout what can happen within the walls of a house when the barriers between nature and domesticity are stretched to their breaking points.A sensualist, surrealist romp. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.