Paris Song? My Next Novel?

September 7, 2016

 

 

 

Young, raven-haired, impulsive Luce, an independent American woman, a feminist even, meets Roger one snowy night at an upstate NY grad school party. “You must be French,” she declares. (He proves it to her later.) Mesmerized, she can’t wait to cry mush and jump into his arms to be whisked away for adventures in faraway places. Having studied French since ninth grade, she asks for nothing more than to push back his long black hair, dust off his beret, snuggle up to his ratty black sweater, and settle in for the ride.

 

A couple of years later, living in Paris with a tight-fisted husband and a colicky baby in tow, she’s increasingly on edge and unhappy. Unhappy in the City of Light? Will she shrink down against the bedroom wall and clasp her knees to her chest to dream of the days she had independence, purpose friends? Will she go on the hunt for playground buddies, an English language women’s writing group, a part-time job financed by the CIA? Take a lover? Has the fairy-tale romance with Roger come to an end?

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