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"Paris, when its naked amazes our retinas, ears, lips, fingertips, and noses with sensing, talking, and envisioning the city of Baudelaire and Delacroix, Mallarme and Picasso, Sartre and Djuna Barnes, Miller and Nin, Vietnamese and African refugees, revolutions and Bohemia. This tale of the Creative Now is told through the fine-tuned sensibility of Etel Adnan, the expatriate poet-painter who knows the French Capital as wholly as she does Beirut and San Francisco, her other homes."--back cover. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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"But is Sicily European, really? Are we going to integrate these hot southern countries into our nordic economies? Will it rain more, down there, once Europe gives itself a common army? . . . . What if Russians bring their winters to the western parts of Europe? How are we going to get up in the sheer blackness of Sweden's mornings at the same hours as in Paris?"
She is sensitive to what she sees as France's retreat toward the the North, away from the Mediterranean, so to speak, which brings with it an exacerbated racism expressed as an anti-immigrant (particularly anti African & Mid Eastern immigrant) hyper nationalism.
"Paris is receding North as do its sister-cities of Berlin and Warsaw. Everything southern is kept at bay. We're at the beginning of some private ice-age, the somnolence of winter will conduct us into the northern fields of solitude, where we will forget the interplays of life and death and subsist in darkness, on very little, indeed, very very little."
Paris, When It's Naked is a lovely little book that I highly recommend to anyone interested in elegant writing & thinking &, of course, the City of Light herself.
I neglected to mention Adnan's humor. Anyone privy to French conversation will surely appreciate such comments as the following:
"If Paris stopped talking it would be after an atomic war, and even that's not a sure proposition."
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