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Georgia on his Mind

Abstract A taste for lands far from Metropolitan France marks Jean Rolin’s writing. He indulges that taste in Savannah (2015), an account of a trip he took to that American city in remembrance of a previous trip in the company of his friend, the photographer Kate Barry. An elegiac tone echoes throughout the book, for between those two trips, Kate Barry died. As Rolin charts his new itinerary, the films that Kate took during their first trip provide Rolin with a map that he follows very closely in this second trip. Or as closely as he can, for it shortly becomes apparent to him that many things have changed between then and now. The rule of the game insofar as place is concerned is a fairly simple one: if the remembered place has disappeared, one will choose to visit the place that seems to be the closest to it, both spatially and affectively. Thus, throughout Rolin’s account of his new visit, he notes a series of displacements, clinamens of a sort which serve to remind us that change is inevitable, however fervently one might wish it were not so.