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5 "gauzy, untethered, dreamy, romantic" stars !!

2017 Honorable Mention with High Distinction Read

I sit here with a few tears and I do not understand why. I do not understand why this book moved me so or why I had to read it in such small sections as I felt anxiety and melancholy and a swelling of profound love and yearning.

I have not had the pleasure of yet seeing Paris and yet as I read I was swept back to the Paris of the 1970s where the university drop-out wanders the streets aimlessly and sells his art books and falls in love with a woman named Jacqueline. Aaah Jacqueline who utilizes ether, eats little and wanders from city to city like a spirit, a gentle succubus that enamors men to her. I love her but I love the young writer more. He is sensitive, romantic but aimless and does not know himself or really the world. He flits and floats and although the world is beautiful; it is only shadows and intangible.

As I read this I thought of my previous loves and the errors and betrayals, along with the tender moments and instances of such exquisite passion, that I still shiver when I allow myself to reverie.

Mr. Modiano, you are a genius of atmosphere, of vaporous languor, of deep undefinable romance and nuances that I cannot grasp yet have experienced.

I felt her lips on my neck. I stroked her hair. It wasn't as long as it used to be, but nothing had really changed. Time had stopped. Or rather, it had returned to the hour shown by the hands of the clock in the Cafe Dante the night we had met there just before closing

Merci Beaucoup mon amie M. Modiano. Un petit tresor !!