I bought this book in a small, lovely old library in Geneva, when I went there with AmicoLirico.
was among the new books, covered with cellophane and contained in a blue box around sbrilluccicoso. Perhaps because of the box, perhaps because of the title I could not resist and I bought it, although "The Old Man and the Sea" I did not like it one bit.
This book has me completely reconciled with the author, I found it beautiful. He opened the doors of a world unbelievable: the literary world of Paris in the '20s and '30s.
The author tells of the cultural environment of those years in an extremely vivid, takes his hand between the reader and the accompanying art critics, writers more or less famous, local parks and streets of Paris, recalling his youth, his fears, but also the prosperity that animated in that period.
I think the incredible beauty of this book lies in the city. It 's a timeless Paris, always new but always recognizable. In the words of Hemingway in Paris, I see the war Remarque, the city and reassuring daily Maigret and the strange, multicultural, very funny Paris Guedj. I recognize the post-war Paris experienced by my grandfather, my mother and that sessantottino of the modern European capital and civil and that 's always been, and who welcomed me some years ago. The city that, to paraphrase Lewis Carroll, he never stops running for no change.
A beautiful book.
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