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A Novel
by Alex GeorgeTold over the course of a single day in 1927, The Paris Hours takes four ordinary people whose stories, told together, are as extraordinary as the glorious city they inhabit.
One day in the City of Light. One night in search of lost time.
Paris between the wars teems with artists, writers, and musicians, a glittering crucible of genius. But amidst the dazzling creativity of the city's most famous citizens, four regular people are each searching for something they've lost.
Camille was the maid of Marcel Proust, and she has a secret: when she was asked to burn her employer's notebooks, she saved one for herself. Now she is desperate to find it before her betrayal is revealed. Souren, an Armenian refugee, performs puppet shows for children that are nothing like the fairy tales they expect. Lovesick artist Guillaume is down on his luck and running from a debt he cannot repay―but when Gertrude Stein walks into his studio, he wonders if this is the day everything could change. And Jean-Paul is a journalist who tells other people's stories, because his own is too painful to tell. When the quartet's paths finally cross in an unforgettable climax, each discovers if they will find what they are looking for.
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Stitches
THE ARMENIAN WORKS BY the light of a single candle. His tools lie in front of him on the table: a spool of cotton, a square of fabric, haberdasher's scissors, a needle.
The flame flickers, and shadows leap across the walls of the tiny room, dancing ghosts. Souren Balakian folds the fabric in half, checks that the edges align exactly, and then he picks up the scissors. He feels the resistance beneath his fingers as the steel blades bite into the material. He always enjoys this momentary show of defiance before he gives the gentlest of squeezes, and the scissors cut through the doubled-up fabric. He eases the blades along familiar contours, working by eye alone. He has done this so many times, on so many nights, there is no need to measure a thing. Torso, arms, neckline—this last cut wide, to accommodate the outsized head.
When he has finished, there are two identical shapes on the table in front of him. He sweeps the unused scraps of cloth onto the floor, and picks up the...
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"The combination of first-rate mechanical engineering and such manifest uselessness strikes [Jean-Paul] as being particularly, deliciously, French." What does he mean?
It's all about the flair. I am reminded of Josephine Baker. - Muse48
"We're always gazing toward the horizon, searching for the next adventure. And those who are trapped still dream helplessly, obsessively." Do you agree? How do the characters in this novel confirm or contradict this assessment.
It seems all of the main characters are trapped in their own private worlds. Jean Paul limps around in Paris, hoping to find his daughter. Gillaume drinks and gambles to forget Suzanne. Camille is trapped in her small world, afraid someone will ... - Muse48
Discuss how each of the main characters continues to be pulled back into the past. In what ways are the characters' attempts to regain their lost paradises helpful or hurtful?
For each of the characters their past makes them who they are today. Each experienced a profound moment in their lives. Those moments culminated during that 24 hour period. They tried unsuccessfully to fix rather than accept. - veronicaj
Do you agree with Camille's assessment that Proust "was a thief, a pirate...who plundered other people's lives for his own ends." Are all writers thieves of a sort? If so, do the ends justify the means?
I agree with several of the responders. The notebook was to be destroyed, and Camille's secret would have been safe. I wonder why she did keep it. All fiction must in some part be based on real people and events in an author's life; life ... - patriciag
Do you agree with the epigraph? How does this novel carry out James Baldwin's directive?
I do. Telling our own stories and listening with respect and empathy to the stories of others is a large part of what makes us human. This novel weaves the stories of characters who must be heard. And coming to care about the characters is indeed ... - juliaa
The Paris Hours is a wonderful book. Beautifully written, full of vivid detail and likable—albeit lost and sad—characters. I was especially pleased that all four main characters' stories did not wrap up in a fancy little happy bow at the end of the book. Their pain and loss felt more real that way (Sharon P). Rarely do I say about a book 'I didn't want it to end.' That is, however, the way I felt about The Paris Hours (Julia A). Vivid and visual depictions of various scenes, be they tender or rough, are presented in a wonderful flow of poetic prose, painting a distinct image for the reader (Lorraine D)...continued
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A number of real historical figures play tangential roles in The Paris Hours, which is set in Paris in 1927. One of these is Gertrude Stein, a writer known for her poetry and the quasi-fictional memoir she penned about her life in Paris with her longtime partner, The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas (1933). But Stein may be even better known as a patron of artists and other writers, and the leader of a salon that served as a meeting ground for some of the most famous literary figures and artists of the time, many of them American expatriates, including Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald and Sinclair Lewis.
Gertrude Stein was born in Allegheny, Pennsylvania in 1874, but spent the first few years of her childhood traveling around ...
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