Sinister and Sublime: Gaétan Soucy’s The Immaculate Conception
The Immaculate Conception refers to the doctrine that the Virgin Mary was conceived without Original Sin, her purity preserved through the power of divine grace. In Gaétan Soucy’s novel (a translation by Lazer Lederhendler of L’Immaculée conception (1994)), Purity is an elusive state and Grace a slippery object.
Many reviewers have likened the atmosphere of this book to a Grimm fairy tale, with its shadowy characters and shifting sense of reality. There is definitely a folk-tale-like aspect to Soucy’s Montreal parish of the Nativité: there are mysterious events, phantasmic beings, and evil monsters in human form. We are confronted over and over again with pairings and dualities: two nasty brothers, a set of twins (good and evil), two enigmatic little girls (one in the past and one in the present), two fathers for the protaganist (both of whom are partially paralyzed at some point), two relics saved from two different fires–all coalescing around the stories of two struggling, broken people, Remould Tremblay and Clémentine Clément.
Remould, once a brilliant, inquisitive, philosopher of a child, through horrific trauma now reduced to a shell of a man looking after his bitter, paranoid, Smallweed-like stepfather (the ironically named Séraphon), searches through the ashes of a devastating fire to retrieve an icon of redemption. He is also pressed into taking care of his employer’s young neice, a mute child that at times seems transcendentally innocent, at other times supremely malevolent. His encounters with a sinister fire captain and three troubled youths of the neighbourhood link his tale with that of schoolteacher Clémentine.
Clémentine–literally ‘mericiful mercy’–widowed a week before her wedding, delivered of a still-born boy not soon after, wants the best for her students but treats them with a strong dose of sterness verging on cruelty. She is smitten with the school principal, Brother Gandon, and dreams of moving to Paris and becoming a renowned poet. She harbours a great deal of suspicion, but it is consummately misplaced.
These two characters navigate their way through the fire-touched landscape of their village-like neighbourhood and through the still-smouldering embers and ashes of their memories, trying to capture for themselves some of that elusive, fairy-tale Purity. It’s left for the reader to decide whether they succeed or not.

