Friday, 25 February 2011

Bonjour Tristesse

by Françoise Sagan
translated by Irene Ash

The best thing about this book is its title. But then, it is a line from La vie immédiate by Paul Éluard. Great poem; so-so novel.

Posted by Kirill at 20:00
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