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. Among others:
— Edith Wharton’s Madame De Treymes, a novella about a Gilded Age American seeking a divorce from her philandering French husband;
— 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);
— and Brooke L. 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.
Off topic, I’ve just begun a classic gothic sent to me by my wonderful friend Vicki, Catherine Gaskin’s Edge of Glass. 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. Because I really, really needed something that wasn’t set in France.
What have you been reading this week?