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A review by rachel_the_managing_editor
Last Nights of Paris by Philippe Soupault
3.0
3.1 stars
Another book about a man entranced by a French woman who has no qualities other than being mysterious. "Georgette is a woman. That's all I can say. She lives and that's all." How novel. How fucking romantic. Maybe you'll think it's better if Georgette is a stand-in for Paris as Soupault inelegantly puts forth numerous times, but is it? Is it really? This book is lacking guts. It's just a skeleton, and one with many bones missing.
Still though. Translated by William Carlos Williams. That at least is interesting and makes for some pretty strings of words. Too bad they don't add up to anything.
Another book about a man entranced by a French woman who has no qualities other than being mysterious. "Georgette is a woman. That's all I can say. She lives and that's all." How novel. How fucking romantic. Maybe you'll think it's better if Georgette is a stand-in for Paris as Soupault inelegantly puts forth numerous times, but is it? Is it really? This book is lacking guts. It's just a skeleton, and one with many bones missing.
Still though. Translated by William Carlos Williams. That at least is interesting and makes for some pretty strings of words. Too bad they don't add up to anything.