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Book Review “Mocka” Tatiana de Rosnay

“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world,
which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime,
and falling in at night.” Edna St. Vincent Millay

First of all, the book “Mocka” is a little bit unusual reading for me, but because I’ve found it in a crime-section and the language/style was short & easy – I’ve decided to give it a try. Why not?
That was “why not” with a happy ending, because I liked the book. I think I’d rate it 4 from 5 (what a miracle, right? haha). Also it was a swedish translation, so no quotes or excerpts in this review.

Let’s move to the story. There’re 2 story-lines and each of them is quite shocking and tragic.

Tragedy is a sneaky silence,
hiding behind your back.
Be careful!
Thats the motto of this book.

I’d say “Mocka” is a metaphorical door to the heart of the mother who’s facing the dreadful situation: her child is in danger. All events are shown through the eyes of madame Wright who is french, but married with an english man.

Story 1.

“It was a usual Wednesday afternoon.
But for a family Wright it was the beginning of a nightmare. Nightmare in the form of ‘coma’.”

Her son, teenager, hit by a car. We don’t have drive-less cars yet, so there’s someone who have to take a responsibility for those actions. Right? But they don’t want to. Or maybe there’s a reason behind that “don’t want”? Maybe they “can’t”?

The ‘police-force’ in the book amaze us again, by the strength and the speed of reaction: timing is bad (we are on vacation), the investigating officer is too young (can you wait while i’m squeezing tities of my future-to-be GF?), mistakes are made (we found him – we didn’t. Oh lets start again: we found him – we didn’t).

But if there’s a witness – anything is possible! The witness (buss-driver) is the only way to find a criminal. Him. Or her. Or them. Because two people were sitting in the car that day: a blonde/female and a male. 
Just think for a moment. The woman hit a child and didn’t stop. Would a woman ever do that? And why?

The name of a child is Malcome and during the whole story we are getting to know him ONLY through the memories of his mother.

We do not know what it’s like to be a bat,
we do not know what it’s like to be in coma.
We can’t even say that we know what it’s like to be sleeping.

But we know that there’s no greater warrior than a mother. And madame Wright is taking the bull by the horns. Even when she’s feeling like a half-zombie, she’s still doing all in her power to find the way to bring a “BAD GUY” to the justice. Because

“if you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one?”Jodi Picoult

No.

The same if your child is in coma. He is still with you, part of you and your life. No matter what. And all you have to do – is to find out: WHY? Why those 2 in the car didn’t stop? (okay, okay don’t forget to hang those 2 b@@es)

Story 2.

There’s one more family in the book: let’s call them “Mr and Mrs Mocka, with a kids.” One happy family. Remark: Mr Mocka is not the real father to the kids. 

He loves flowers. A lot. He prefer white roses. If you’ll give Mr Mocka a white rose – you’ll make him very happy.

The White Rose will be pleased as well, I guess. She doesn’t know how it feels – being happy – so she believes the only way to exist and enjoy the sun is to be loved by Mr Mocka.

Mrs Mocka loves flowers too. But she have forgotten to give a water to the white rose…
The last time it was 2 years ago. Cruel, CRUEL Mrs Mocka!

Oh I know this is one weird story-line haha

I liked:
a) the difference between female and male emotions/views, especially in the moment of sorrow or shock;
b) french-english parallel is everywhere;
b) humour, despite the situation;
c)) the stylistics: very short phrases (maybe because of the translation). But would you think in a long romantic sentences when your child is on a death-bed?

I didn’t like:
a) ‘a lot of sentimental memories’ (but it was the only way to describe the background of the family, I guess);
b) the structure reminds a diary-posts (we need to fix dates only).

I know you are still wondering about the name of the book…it is easy. Mocka is a color of the car. THAT car.

You cannot read loss, only feel it. Arthur Golden

If you are ready to feel the loss – this book is for you.


Tomorrow is coming info about the next week and the plan/

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    • Yes, understand that. I even cried in some places..
      I still glad I read it bcz u learned (or have been reminded again lol) => your ‘trauma’ is always your PERSONAL trauma, bcz the world around u still goes on, and on, and on…

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