I hugged this book when I finished reading it. I do that sometimes. I'm a book hugger. Consequently, so is my toddler--hugs his favorite books all the time. Anyway, Black Girl in Paris, had been on my to-read list for years upon years, when I found it, used, on the clearance shelf at Half Price books for $1. I wrote about what I found inside it >>HERE<<--one more thing that made finally reading this book that much more special.
It reads like a memoir. Eden, is a young American girl, who loved books and writing and always knew she wanted to go to Paris, like her idols had, to become a writer. She knew that she was meant to go there and meet James Baldwin and be changed forever, but she had no idea how it would happen, nor what the specific change would be. She was a dreamer. After graduating from college in the 80's, she buys a ticket to Paris. While in Paris, she meets some pretty colorful characters who touch her in many ways, literally and figuratively. When the author describes sexual encounters with men and women Eden meets, she does so in a way that is so poetic and sensual that even the most disturbing encounters don't seem disturbing at all. These encounters are important in telling Eden's story, but this book is NOT about the sex. It's about having a dream and single-mindedly pursuing that dream (unavoidable cliché alert) against all odds. There where so many reasons why Eden should have never gone to Paris,and times when she should have gone back home, but she was so determined to (another unavoidable cliché alert) achieve her dream that she suffered through some pretty tough times to realize them. The stories of some of the people Eden met ended sadly, but her ending...also her beginning...is uplifting.
So uplifting in fact that it inspired me to do something very French: a bath. In the novel, there is a Turkish bath house, but we don't have those here--and frankly, even if we did, I would stay very-very far away from them. Still, all the talk of steam and heat and relaxation and nudity made me want to participate in my own hot bath soaking action. And what better way to make it feel French, than by adding Rose Bath Powder by L'Occtaine to the bath? What's the point of taking a bath anyway if you're not going to indulge? I digress.
I've never been to Europe, but I would like to. I don't have dreams of going anyplace and walking in anybody's footsteps for inspiration to take my own steps. But, like Eden, I do have dreams. Childhood dreams. And after reading her story, I'm inspired to pursue them with more passion.
I'm so glad you read this book. It is one of my favorite books ever! And I have a dream of spending at least a month a year in France. I have my top list of views I'd like to have that range from rooftops in Paris, to fields in Provence, to water in Hyeres or Cassis. Maybe it is because of the way I felt when I was there. Or maybe it's because there way of life has elements I really appreciate and can't seem to capture here. I don't know that I could live there at this point--no career options come to mind--but if the opportunity were to arise, I'd take it.
There are some benefits to being blindly determined. I'm trying to get back in touch with that disposition.
Great review.
Posted by: Adriane | September 2009 at 03:38 PM
Great review Quel. I guess I need to bump this one up on my tbr.
Posted by: browngirl | September 2009 at 05:44 PM
I read that book just after I graduated college, gosh that was a long time ago. A great read, it was hard for me to put it down. I used to go the the ladies toilet at work and read...LOL!
Posted by: adiaha | September 2009 at 12:05 AM
I rarely watch fiacnainl "gurus", who are little more than entertainers. They are rude and condescending and most of them aren't even that great with fiannces. They made most of their money on books and TV, not in the markets.If you compare them to the real fiacnainl geniuses of our time (Lynch, Buffett, Templeton, Soros and Graham), they are a joke. And, the real fiancial geniuses are usually, warm, thoughful and genuine people. The TV gurus are mostly cackling buffoons.
Posted by: Auth | May 2012 at 05:43 AM