Our Paris: Sketches from Memory [NOOK Book]


With 30 drawings by Hubert Sorin.

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One of our most celebrated writers collaborates with French artist Hubert Sorin on this lighthearted, gently satiric portrait of their favorite people and places in and around their neighborhood, the Chatelet, in the run-down heart of Paris. 30 illustrations.

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With 30 drawings by Hubert Sorin.

From the Hardcover edition.

One of our most celebrated writers collaborates with French artist Hubert Sorin on this lighthearted, gently satiric portrait of their favorite people and places in and around their neighborhood, the Chatelet, in the run-down heart of Paris. 30 illustrations.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
White's stunning achievements as a novelist, short story writer (most recently, Skinned Alive, LJ 6/15/95), and journalist are now augmented by a charming, funny, telling series of vignettes of the Paris neighborhood where he and his lover, Hubert Sorin, lived. Through White's keen observations and Sorin's charming illustrations, the everyday becomes extraordinary, whether it is a walk with their dog or a description of an ordinary Parisian church. Blending the past and the present, with pungent asides into people's character, White's writing has never been finer. Sorin, an architect by training, died of AIDS in 1994, so we shall never see the full fruition of his obvious talent for comic illustration. Recommended for all collections.-David Azzolina, Univ. of Pennsylvania Libs., Philadelphia
Brad Hooper
Paris is Paris; ain't no place else like it! Esteemed American writer Edmund White has called the City of Light home for years, and he and his late lover, French architect and illustrator Hubert Sorin, collaborated on this perfectly charming ode to "la vie parisienne", fortunately completed before Sorin succumbed to AIDS. In resonant text and arresting drawings, they introduce us to the inhabitants of their certainly not upscale but decidedly "not" monochromatic neighborhood. From their concierge, Madame Denise, to a local couturier, Azzedine Alaia, eccentricity reigns supreme in the streets of Chatelet, captured so fondly in the pages of this little book. "Our Paris" becomes our Paris.
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The celebrated American writer and the French artist offer a lighthearted portrait of people and places in and around their neighborhood--the run-down heart of Paris called the Chƒtelet, a vibrant world of chic society, poetic shopkeepers, grandmotherly prostitutes, and a basset hound named Fred. 6" x 7 3/4". B&W illus.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307800466
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 11/2/2011
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 121
  • Sales rank: 461,944
  • File size: 6 MB

Meet the Author

Edmund White is the author of the novels Fanny: A Fiction, A Boy's Own Story, The Farewell Symphony, and The Married Man; a biography of Jean Genet; a study of Marcel Proust; and, most recently, a memoir, My Lives. Having lived in Paris for many years, he has now settled in New York, and he teaches at Princeton University.

Hubert Sorin was an architect and illustrator. After teaching architecture for two years in Ethiopia, he returned to Paris to work for Jean-Jacques Ory, who directed at that time the largest architectural office in France. After retiring at the end of 1989, Sorin became an illustrator, contributing drawings and text for a privately printed book, Mémoires dessinées. He died in March 1994 and is buried in Paris at Père-Lachaise.

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Chapter One

We were lying in bed one evening after dinner, digesting, idle as ever, the windows thrown wide open on the pulsing sky. Birds were wheeling above St.-Merri, and the pigeons, huddling between the geranium pots, were cooing (roucoulement, the French word, gives a better sense of the deep-throated, glottal contentment of the sound).

Hubert, as usual, was complaining about someone or something, and I said, "When you die and go to heaven you'll complain that your cloud isn't as sympathique as the next one." Fred was lying on his couch, chin on crossed paws, one eye cocked open and trained on us; he was wondering why we were already in bed when he hadn't had his late-night walk and it was still light out.

Like an orchestra tuning up before the conductor sweeps onto the podium and the curtain hisses up on the milling crowds for La Bohème, act 2, the restaurants downstairs were welcoming their first clients. A few glasses were tinkling and cutlery was chiming on china. A few people were laughing and a constant hum emitted by strollers was rising up to our fifth-floor windows.

"What a peaceful night," Hubert whispered. The sheets were clean, because we'd changed them that morning, and we felt as though we were drugged and melting into them. We must have fallen asleep for a moment, since when we awoke the sky was six shades closer to black and the restaurants' lights glowed from below like the gleam off the Rhine Maidens' sunken gold.

What woke us was a street singer's strong, even strident, voice accompanied by sketchy chordson an accordion and half-hearted strumming on a sadly out-of-tune guitar. The instruments may have been feeble but the singer's voice rang off the old walls in the narrow rue des Lombards with a sharp, ricocheting force.

"What's she singing?" I asked Hubert in the dark. I could barely see him. Usually he's hopeless about pop culture, as though he'd spent his entire youth in Ethiopia instead of just two years after architecture school, when, instead of serving in the army, he was sent by the French government to teach in Addis Ababa. But for once he surprised me and said, "It's Régine; it's so pretty, all about paper, crumpled paper, cardboard..." He can't really sing but he can hit the odd note with frightening operatic force, and now he let fly with one baritone shout that caused Fred to sigh in bored disapproval, though he thought the quickening signs of life looked promising for his walk.

"What do you think she looks like?" I asked.

"I was wondering exactly the same thing. She sounds to me very sophisticated," a word he uses in the older sense of "unnecessarily complicated," even "affected." "I think she's like Régine herself, red-haired, rather forte but not fat, backless spiked heels, hair swept up in a brioche, a look sympa. Someone with a rich, messy life."

As always his description surprised me and made me feel I didn't really know him. Anyway, his taste in women invariably strikes me as odd. He likes pale, sickly women with too much makeup, carefully applied, and expensive, impractical clothes; he has a horror of suntanned, natural, athletic American women.

"And you?" he asked.

"I see her as a peasant woman, short, wide, badly dressed, bronze hair curling with sweat and sticking to her big red face, a space between every tooth, thirty years old."

Hubert went to the window. Fred accompanied him, just to put in one more bid for his evening sortie. The song was over and Hubert joined in the applause.

"She's looking up," he said. "You know, it's fantastic. Your description is exactly right. I would never have guessed. Now I can see why you're such a good writer."

I was so idiotically pleased with this stroke of good descriptive luck that suddenly I wanted to go down and see my character at closer quarters. Fred was not reluctant to join me.

Our Paris. Copyright © by Edmund White. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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