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on 24 April 2014
I thought it would be more interesting as i am very interested in those years in Paris but the endless pages about his pick ups and his humping his young bimbo boyfriends was really boring. Who cares about that!!! It's as boring as a straight guy telling about his conquests and humping dozens of bimbos.
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on 16 June 2016
Edmund White moved to Paris in 1983, wanting to leave New York City in the midst of the AIDS crisis. Michel Foucault told him that he didn’t believe there was a disease that targeted gays – but he later died of it.

White was forty-three years old, couldn't speak French, and only knew two people in the entire city. But in middle age, he discovered the new anxieties and pleasures of mastering a new culture. When he left fifteen years later to take a teaching position in the U.S., he was fluent enough to broadcast on French radio and TV, and in his work as a journalist, he'd made the acquaintance of everyone from Yves Saint Laurent to Catherine Deneuve, though he admits he didn’t recognise rock stars or models at a party of Elton John’s 50th birthday. Notwithstanding, he does a lot of name dropping.

He'd also developed a close friendship with an older woman, Marie-Claude, through which he'd come to understand French life and culture in a deeper way.

The title evokes the Parisian landscape in the eternal mists and the half-light, the serenity of the city compared to the New York White had known (and vividly recalled in City Boy). White fell in love with the city and its culture: both intoxicated and intellectually stimulated. He became the definitive biographer of Jean Genet, wrote lives of Marcel Proust and Arthur Rimbaud and he received the French Order of Arts and Letters.

This book recounts gossip and enchantment. There is some stuff about paedophiles and I’m surprised there hasn’t been any legal action.

Proust gets mentioned a lot because White wrote a biography of him. There are moments, such as a sketch of the ancient Rothschilds “tottering forth for yet another dinner party – beautifully dressed, slender, on time, impeccable”, when the writing appears to be slipping into a parody of Proust.

Sex laces its way through the book, until the advent of Aids. He tells the story of his lovers who fall to the disease, two of them weirdly yoked together with him as their health rapidly declines. Though he – a "slow progressor" – remains healthy, they die. "Even though I'm an atheist, for a long time I lit candles in every church I visited."

At the centre of the book is his friendship with the literary critic Marie-Claude de Brunhoff, who embodies much of what it is about the French that White loves, staying with her on the Île de Ré the epitome of French rural life. But like many of the relationships described in the book, it comes and goes rather fitfully. Promising character studies often just stop, pushed aside by someone else whose story is, for the present, more interesting.

I can’t see why he thinks that chicken cooked in peanut butter is some sort of culinary faux pas.

He gets things wrong: .When my born-again cousin Dorothy Jean came to Paris, I took her to a museum entirely devoted to the work of Gustave Moreau and pointed out a painting of Judith cutting off the head of Holofernes. "It's a biblical scene," I said optimistically.
"That's not in my Bible," she scoffed.
And it isn’t in the protestant canon.

But there are many wonderful moments: the distinguished, discreetly gay homme de lettres Bernard Minoret meets une tante (an old queen, as White tells us), who asks "Do you know my nephew?" "Yes," replies Minoret, "he was my nephew last year." He begins to embrace the quintessentially French idea of the milieu, an attachment to the group rather than to individuals, and he knows which side he comes down on in the choice between "healthy but bland America, deep but diseased France". On the other hand, perhaps, as he says, "I'm the kind of guy who's always wanted to be elsewhere."
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on 19 March 2014
All the critics I read loved it. I did not. He writes well and intelligently but it is really just non stop name dropping and listing his sexual conquests. There was not enough about Paris. Very disappointed. Misleading title too
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on 6 May 2014
I was told this book was just gossip; but it is not even that. It is mainly a list of hundreds of famous people White claims to be friendly or intimate with, and another list of supposedly 'amusing' people who tend to be mindless, fashion-conscious self-absorbed and self-important snobs. He does a nice line is trashing people who have lavished hospitality on him (the princess in Venice), boasts about lying, both to get a job (at Vogue) and, repulsively, to fool potential sexual partners worried about AIDS (he keeps mum about his 3,000 [sic] partners.) He throws in scores of absurd and provably false generalisations ('satire is always conservative' - so, not read Le Canard Enchaine, then?)The icing on the cake: he calls his OWN STUDY OF GENET 'the definitive biography' ! The publishers, Bloomsbury, have disgraced themselves offering this garbage to the public.
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on 4 February 2015
Interesting observations on France and the French, but full of name dropping to the point of being boring.
Details of White's and his acquaintances hedonistic activities are quite revolting.
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on 29 May 2015
Don't believe the hyperbole on the back of this book, the gushing remarks. It starts off interestingly, well written, and some interesting comparisons between American and European living. But the reader quickly realises that the White's real interest in life appears to be toyboys some thirty years younger than him. White boasts about his sauna soirees with strangers, and regards everything else with a tiresome flippancy. Even his contracting HIV seems to be a brief and inconvenient detour from a life spent at dinner parties and on holiday. Avoid.
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on 23 April 2014
Rather too many events in this book have appeared in other volumes. The author is unusually prone to gushing over famous people who are often described by what look like extracts from Wikipedia. That said the writing is often very beautiful and as a description of times and places from a gay perspective nobody does it better.
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on 4 January 2015
Not me at all - only finished it because he knew a lot of interesting people and I'd read a review on it. An eye opener but one I'd give away.
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on 20 March 2015
A real bore consisting of page after page of relentless name dropping. Do not waste your money on this but get out and live your own life.
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on 9 September 2014
Loved it. Funny. Indulgent. Informative. Great insight into the French. Amazing. I did not it to end at all!!!!!! Fabulous.
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