ARGONAUT BOOKS

Blithe and youthful and effervescent. Written at the very end of 1932, here is a paean to Paris, to Bohemianism and cosmopolitanism, almost to the very fact of being young, with the Nazi curtain about to fall on all that and more. Imagine if some Roman bard had composed something to celebrate the fabulous Herculanean spring of, oh, 79 ADMichael HofmannA sensational novel . . . As light and fleeting as happiness itself . . . It still reads almost as if we readers today could simply join this easy-going group in Paris that is being described, drink Chinese tea with them, smoke Gitanes and forget...Read More