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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

A disappointing collection supposedly of stories about Paris

Been reading from time to time in an anthology I picked up ahead of travel to France, Paris Stories, Everyman's Library, and, hm. Well, Everyman editions used to be very good in a # of ways: Great selection of materials, a good chronology (I think - not as complete as Library of America, but adequate), great production including a little ribbon to serve as a book mark. If this anthology is evidence the only thing remaining is the ribbon (albeit, I think they improved the font or point size). This anthology is pathetic. First of all, the selection of materials is strange to say the least - for the most part a few pages from much larger works (going back to Rabelais and ending w/ Modiano) that may, sometimes, give you the sense of a Paris neighborhood but never give you a sense of authorship or of a completed literary work. There are at least two nonfiction sections, which hardly fit in w/ the idea of "stories." And for all that the very few complete short stories are not of the highest order: Julio Cortazar's Blow-Up, which aside from a lot of blather about the narrator's struggle to decide whether to tell story in first, 2nd, or 3rd person, and so forth, is a brief account of a photographer who intends to shoot a scene of people in a park and finds he's shooting some kind of tryst or illegal encounter - Antonioni et al. made much more of this in the film version. A story by De Paupasssant, A Paris Affair, is OK though not one of his best: A woman in a stifled life in a suburb (think Mme Bovary) sneaks away for a weekend in Paris where she seduces a famous author, finds the whole experience sordid and unpleasant, and then returns home w/ a "frozen" heart; what's good about this story is the surprising frankness about sex and the fact that she does not sheepishly return to her boring husband chastened and wiser nor guilt-ridden and ashamed - just cold and indifferent, making this simple story strangely dark around the edges. Aside from these: Why is there no context about any of the selections, no information about the authors and their works? Are these really the best stories one could find about Paris? Nothing by Mavis Gallant? Nothing by Proust, Sartre, Camus, Genet, Hemingway, Fitzgerald [correction: Anthology includes from FSF an excerpt from Tender Is the Night; what, you couldn't find one FSF story set in Paris?!], Nemirovsky, Orwell ... ? Seems to be a well-made book whose contents were drawn together on the fly and on the cheap.

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