So she was/is. One hundred years old, and still living in Paris, which was the point when she wrote this book sixty years ago. She was a big Hollywood deal before most of us were born.
This short book is a chatty, personal memoir of her moving to Paris and marrying a Frenchman in the 1950s. Paris then–France then–clutched the tatters of its legacy as the center of the world, politically and in fashion. Though she still lives there; she probably doesn’t recognize today’s Paris.
“If you are loved by the French as a whole, you really feel loved.
Her adjustment to France and the French made for many humorous episodes which she relates in a conversational style. She suffered many of the misconceptions of fellow Americans and committed many gaffes, but no faux pas. (The significant difference is explained therein.)
What does every Frenchman have? A liver. And how he cares for it makes for a humorous tale in itself.
She learned, “The importance of tact, restraint, subtlety, and the avoidance of banality.”
“The only reason I’m alive is because I listen when my heebie jeebie alarm goes off.”
The rating is provisional. The Jesse James Dawson novels have a chronology but can be read independently. In fact, Stewart does a better-than-average job informing the new reader without insulting returnees. This volume, however, explicitly demands another. But, unlike so many others, this book includes a satisfying conclusion to the current work.
“My first defense is always sarcasm.”
Stewart once again proves herself the master of tongue-in-cheek urban fantasy with a soul. (Pun intended; read the book.) Her mix of the banal and the fantastic manages to come down squarely on the side of Continue reading →
“Pots of tea so caffeinated you could practically see through time.”
Great fun. Another enjoyable romp through the world(s) with those who charged with keeping the narratives on track. Builds on the first book, but still accessible without having read it. All the sly cultural and SF memes and allusions we expect from this series.
“A lot of diplomacy is the managing of public image.”
Fast paced and fun. Our protagonist has a backstory, but most of her life is immersed in her job. And what a job it is.
“That’s the problem with pessimism. When I’m right, I still hate the result.”
My main quibble is the story itself: kidnapped ambassadors on the eve of diplomatic breakthroughs is a mainstay opening for space operas. How can that be a narrative breach? Doesn’t make the story any less enjoyable; just not the punch of the first tale, in which the standard denouement to the standard western plot misfired.
“Dawn smiles on the prudent.” “… like a Lao Tzu MBA course.”
A fun read. Silly, but fun. With a well-received dash of humor. An urban fantasy about a druid allied to a pack of werewolves and a vampire battling the denizens of the spirit world (mostly Irish) with the hindrance and help from various witches . . . in contemporary Arizona.
Yawn, it’s been done, right? Not so fast, what sets this urban fantasy apart is the storytelling. The POV character is a 2100 year old druid, who has the perspective and insight to see both the dangers but also the humor in his situation.