
On a member of the Resistance helping a nightclub owner escape occupied Paris:
…We talked about the war. About the scenes we’d witnessed and couldn’t get out of our minds… I wish our conversation could have been recorded. I found it intensely interesting: the jabbering of two women high on Nazi amphetamines and the prospect of freedom. But maybe it would have sounded like those tedious postwar novels about beatnik road trips through the American West…
Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris 1932 by Francine Prose
This book is a stunner, I can’t recommend it highly enough. Now a little bit from the author on fiction versus non-fiction and in particular, her preparation for this novel — marvelous. From the Paris Review:
