![]() ![]() ![]() we hastened to the edge of the cliff, and quickly discovered the Wandle. Because I really, really needed something that wasn’t set in France. Whilst Gaskin was speaking, we had rounded the Nore Lightship, and were now. I’ve just begun, but so far it’s very Elsie Lee, with a sensible first person heroine who finds herself plunged into the politics of a moldering Irish mansion and family glass-blowing company. Off topic, I’ve just begun a classic gothic sent to me by my wonderful friend Vicki, Catherine Gaskin’s Edge of Glass. Blower’s Becoming Americans in Paris: Transatlantic Politics and Culture between the World Wars, a monograph about the interaction of American and French culture in the formative period between the wars. Sarah Turnbull’s Almost French: Love and a New Life in Paris, a contemporary memoir of an Australian married to a Frenchman (what really fascinated me about this one were the echoes of Madame De Treymes, even now, a century on) Edith Wharton’s Madame De Treymes, a novella about a Gilded Age American seeking a divorce from her philandering French husband ![]() As the marathon of reading for the new stand alone novel continues, this week I’ve been delving into what it’s like being an American in France. ![]()
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