Paris in Mind

Paris in Mind

by Jennifer Lee, Jennifer Lee

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“Paris is a moveable feast,” Ernest Hemingway famously wrote, and in this captivating anthology, American writers share their pleasures, obsessions, and quibbles with the great city and its denizens. Mark Twain celebrates the unbridled energy of the Can-Can. Sylvia Beach recalls the excitement of opening Shakespeare & Company on the Rue Dupuytren. David


“Paris is a moveable feast,” Ernest Hemingway famously wrote, and in this captivating anthology, American writers share their pleasures, obsessions, and quibbles with the great city and its denizens. Mark Twain celebrates the unbridled energy of the Can-Can. Sylvia Beach recalls the excitement of opening Shakespeare & Company on the Rue Dupuytren. David Sedaris praises Parisians for keeping quiet at the movies. These are just a few of the writers assembled here, and each selection is as surprising and rewarding as the next.

Including essays, book excerpts, letters, articles, and journal entries, this seductive collection captures the long and passionate relationship Americans have had with Paris. Accompanied by an illuminating introduction, Paris in Mind is sure to be a fascinating voyage for literary travelers.

Jennifer Allen
• Deborah Baldwin
• James Baldwin
• Dave Barry
• Sylvia Beach
• Saul Bellow
• Bricktop
• Art Buchwald
• T. S. Eliot
• M.F.K. Fisher
• Janet Flanner
• Benjamin Franklin
• Ernest Hemingway *Langston Hughes
• Thomas Jefferson
• Stanley Karnow
• Patric Kuh
• A. J. Liebling
• Anaïs Nin
• Grant Rosenberg
• David Sedaris
• Irwin Shaw *Gertrude Stein
• Mark Twain
• Edith Wharton
• E. B. White

Editorial Reviews

The Washington Post
Paris in Mind is terrific in just about every respect. Rather than yet another assembly-line product -- Here-I-am-in-Paris- and-isn't-it-picturesque-and- aren't-I-great? -- it is a real book about what some Americans have brought to Paris, what they have found there, what they have taken away from it. — Jonathan Yardley
Publishers Weekly
Seeking to offer readers "pleasure and variety," Lee (who has edited anthologies on martial arts and urban lifestyles) compiles 29 essays and book excerpts on the City of Light. The collection covers various subjects such as seduction, eating, "the art of living" and tourism; yet all the essays share one trait: they're written by Americans. The usual suspects are here-James Baldwin, Art Buchwald, Ernest Hemingway, David Sedaris, Gertrude Stein and Edith Wharton (though no Diane Johnson or F. Scott Fitzgerald)-as are some surprising voices, including Dave Barry (who discusses how he learned to pronounce the infamous French "R") and Langston Hughes (who reflects on hearing "the cream of the Negro musicians" play at the Grand Duc). A good overview of expatriate writing, Lee's offering works well as a springboard to other, more in-depth anthologies of Paris-themed essays and works that feature the city as their backdrop. (Aug. 4) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Gathering the writings of 18th- through 20th-century American authors, editor Lee (Martial Arts Are Not Just for Kicking Butt) here presents an entertaining anthology that provides different views of the Paris experience. Like other books in the "Departures" series (e.g., France in Mind; Italy in Mind), this anthology does not include work by obscure writers, instead focusing on notables such as David Sedaris, Edith Wharton, Gertrude Stein, Ernest Hemingway, Thomas Jefferson, and Mark Twain. Lee has arranged the excerpts by themes, e.g., love, food, living, and tourism, and prefaced each excerpt with a brief biographical sketch. Overall, the excerpts focus on three aspects of the American in Paris experience: early American diplomats; the art scene of the world war era, which receives the greatest coverage; and humorous views of the present, containing none of the French bashing that has been popular recently. This book will make a good addition to any travel collection and is appropriate for public libraries.-Sheila Kasperek, Mansfield Univ. Lib., PA Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A host of literate Americans, from Ben Franklin to Dave Barry, go mostly gaga over Paris. There's a name for the spirit of this uneven collection-topophilia, love of place. These pieces are old familiars, but for many, their shopworn quality has burnished their power rather than dimmed it. A.J. Liebling took a date to Montparnasse, which, "although not a long walk from the Quarter, had all the attributes of a foreign country," while David Sedaris seemed rarely to leave the movie house: "Aside from the occasional trip to the flea market, my knowledge of Paris is limited to what I learned in Gigi." Much humor follows: Art Buchwald, Mark Twain, Dave Barry, who has a delightfully goofy conversation with a waiter, in French ("Good day. I suspect you are an American." "But I am not wearing the sneakers!" "OK, Mr. Smarty Pants, pronounce the word 'Rouen' ") and rubs shoulders with T.S. Eliot, who appears to have sat on a broomstick when he got to the city: "The right way is to take it as a place and a tradition, rather than as a congeries of people who are mostly futile and timewasting." Thomas Jefferson figured that "had there been no queen, there would have been no revolution," and Saul Bellow understood that even "God would be perfectly happy in France. . . . Surrounded by unbelievers, He, too, could relax toward evening, just as thousands of Parisians do in their favorite cafes." Absurdly, food gets short shrift: even with such treasures to choose from, Lee has selected forgettable material and squandered her M.F.K. Fisher opportunity on something that can seem only, if graciously, understandable as some insider's joke. Not that Paris needs more lovers, but it's good to know that she stilloverwhelms all, even the comics.

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There’s a maxim that goes something like this: When good Americans die, they go to heaven; if they’ve been very good, they go to Paris. Americans have been heeding the maxim for more than three centuries, from Benjamin Franklin, Mark Twain, Anaïs Nin to Dave Barry and David Sedaris, all of them collected here. Many of us cheat and get there a little before we’ve actually earned it.

I first saw Paris when I was twelve years old and on a chaperoned school tour of the great (read: old) cities of Europe. Paris felt like a respite from Europe’s ancient ruins. In Paris, we kids went gallivanting in parks, checked out bookstalls near the Seine, ate too many pastries and tried to pass as older than we were. We snuck out of our hotel at four in the morning and walked to the Eiffel Tower unchaperoned. The city was still and quiet, and we could hear the crunch of dirt and gravel beneath our feet. We felt powerful to be alone, except for the few elderly people walking their tiny French dogs or feeding the city’s many pigeons.

I realize now that my youthful excitement didn’t just come from being in a beautiful city. Racing like wild children along the banks of the Seine, or weaving through a crowd of people on the Champs Élysées, discovering more bookstores than I’d ever seen in my twelve-year old lifetime and watching adults sitting and talking in cafés, I sensed then that there was a way of life different than the one I knew back in my dusty, rural California hometown.

The second time I saw Paris, I was in love. We had flown to Paris on a whim. Paris felt like a respite from the daily grind. We strolled along the Seine, ate too many pastries and behaved more youthful than our age. M.F.K. Fisher in her book, The Gastronomical Me, advises that Paris “should always be seen, the first time, with the eyes of childhood or of love.” We’re especially lucky if we’ve seen Paris both ways.
So seductive is the idea of Paris in America that even those who have never set foot in the city fall in love with it. You don’t even have to be a Francophile. Paris is one of the few cities in the world that defines an entire country, yet stands singular and apart from it. To some, their love for Paris is part of a broader love of all things French. To others, it’s discrete. They love Paris and only Paris.

Gertrude Stein believed that when we talked about France, we were really talking about Paris. That was when she wrote, “Paris was where the twentieth century was.” She was writing not so much about political power or technological progress, but of contributions in the arts and in the things more loosely called civilization, the art of living well. It was perhaps more true in the early twentieth century than it is today. Today, art, literature, culture and fashion are no longer the sole domains of haute Paris, and Paris is no longer the only French destination for Americans and other travelers. When people talk about Paris, it’s no longer a given that we mean France in general and vice versa. Yet to so many, by the power of imagination or myth, Paris remains sui generis, and the most seductive of cities.

How seductive is Paris?

So seductive is it that God is seduced in Saul Bellow’s essay My Paris. Bellow writes, “God would be perfectly happy in France because he would not be troubled by prayers, observances, blessings and demands for the interpretation of difficult dietary questions. Surrounded by unbelievers He too could relax toward evening, just as thousands of Parisians do at their favorite cafés.”

So seductive is Paris that long after one’s affair in Paris has ended, many continue their affairs with the city itself.

So seductive is Paris that even its winters can’t hide its charms for long. Irwin Shaw laments the cold season as he writes in Paris in Winter, “The most openly loving of cities, it is the coldest when the lovers are driven indoors. [In Paris] it is impossible to overlook the unheroic fact that not enough people kiss in the rain or at five degrees below zero.” Shaw describes the anti-Paris in winter, and still, he can’t help being captivated all over again when the sun comes out for the briefest of moments.

Much of the seduction comes from the long history of U.S.-French relationship: we revolt against the British—the French give us ships and money; they’re occupied by the Germans—we invade Normandy and liberate them; they invent film—we make an industry out of it; we make B action flicks—they name it “film noir”; they’re crazy about Jerry Lewis—we fall in love with Catherine Deneuve. They gave us the most American of American icons, the Statue of Liberty. The Americans and French have held a political, cultural, economic and artistic dialog for more than three centuries. In many ways, we—Americans and Parisians—are both our best and worst reflections.

The stories about Paris that I read as a teenager made at least as big an impression as my first visit to the city. In general, Paris isn’t a city for twelve-year-olds the way some cities are—cities like, say, Orlando, Florida—even now, despite Euro Disney. The first book about Paris that I read was Ernest Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast, and I haven’t yet outgrown the love it first inspired for the City of Light. Reading about grown-up Parisian adventures revealed future possibilities for this restless teenager, and it made me aspire to see Paris as a grown up.

I suspect many Francophiles have a similarly worn and beloved book about Paris. Without a doubt, the American artists, writers and musicians who went to Paris have influenced much of our fascination and love for this city. It is they who inspired this collection in that they first sparked my love of Paris.

I’m not alone in my fondness for the City of Light. Travel between the U.S. and France has always been strong. Americans still comprise the largest group of tourists to Paris annually despite the significant decrease immediately following September 11, 2001, and the Travel Industry Association of America expects air travel to return to normal levels by late 2004 or 2005. The history of travel between Americans and the French, which spans centuries, not decades, attest to our mutual strange fascination with each other.

One of the legacies of this long relationship has been great American literature about Paris and about being an American in Paris.

A few words about how this book was put together and what you’ll find here: though I searched far and wide to collect the pieces in Paris in Mind, I also relied on the familiar literature on Paris. This is not a collection of unknown, never-before-seen Paris dispatches, and you’ll find some familiar suspects such as Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein and Thomas Jefferson. Some Americans have been so important to the way we imagine Paris, that without them no Paris collection could offer a full sense of Franco-American relationship.

Secondly, many pieces are presented here, but many more have been left out for editorial or practical reasons. As an editor, I naturally wanted to read everything that I found, that was recommended, or that simply came my way; I wanted readers to have a chance to read everything I read, too. As a fellow reader, however, the process of editorial research wasn’t the reading experience I’d wish to inflict on innocent readers, simply because not everything you read turns out to be a find.

Lastly, I followed two goals for this collection: pleasure and variety. A selected piece had to be a pleasure to read or offer a perspective, or examine a topic, that testified to the breadth of American interests and experiences in Paris. This is, admittedly, a subjective process. In general, I found that people for whom writing was their vocation wrote more vividly and thoughtfully about their experiences in Paris than those whose lives didn’t depend on their prose. So, the book includes pieces that are almost all authored by professional writers, rather than by celebrities, musicians, politicos and so forth.

In some cases, I included pieces that played off of other selections and thus, provide a sense of dialog between eras or between writers. The two pieces by Edith Wharton (an excerpt from A Backward Glance) and E.B. White (Liberation of Paris) are good examples. They’re both about Paris and the end of a war, for Wharton the First World War and for White the Second World War: two different wars and writers, but the same overwhelming sense of emotion surfaces when each writer learns that the city they love so much is out of danger.

T.S. Eliot’s and Anaïs Nin’s pieces are another example. In his letter to the American poet, Robert McAlmon, Eliot admires French literary tradition because of its overarching sense of history, whereas Nin in her diary complains, “There is a monster in Paris called the Literary Tradition.” Eliot is the scholar and great critic, while Nin the mystic and bohemian. Two American writers with different opinions about French literature reveal vastly differing sensibilities about life. In turn, they give away diverging approaches to their own literary work.
A friend asked: If I read this book, will I quit my job and move to Paris? Will I hate the French for being better at everything, and skinnier? Will I finally be convinced that frog tastes just like chicken? Will I understand myself better as an American?

If you’ve picked up this book, you might be someone who has already once quit his or her job and moved to Paris. You might be someone who already knows that frog doesn’t taste just like chicken, it tastes more like rabbit. Just as likely, you might be someone who has never visited Paris except through movies, Cole Porter songs and the travel articles of your local Sunday paper. In any case, you probably already hate the French for being skinnier. We all do. This book won’t really change that because—bad news—they’re even thinner in Paris.
As for my friend’s question, Will I understand myself better as an American? I hope so. These American stories about Paris comprise a catalog of tastes, fashions, social rules, and expectations, not only of what we think it is to be Parisian but also what we think it is to be American.

Finally, if you’ve never been an American in Paris, I think you’ll want to be.

If you already have been, you’ll want to again. When M.F.K. Fisher wrote that Paris “should always be seen, the first time, with the eyes of childhood or of love,” she assumed we’d see Paris again and again.

Meet the Author

Jennifer Lee is an experienced editor with two previous anthologies, Martial Arts Are Not Just for Kicking Butt and 2sexE: Urban Tales of Love, Liberty and the Pursuit of Gettin' It On. She lives in the Bay Area in California and is happy to trade Paris and San Francisco restaurant tips.

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