Says here the Arc de Triomphe is that way...

The brunette and I are going to France next month. She prepares by buying numerous guide books and boning up on her French; I prepare by looking around for a spy novel set in Paris and wondering if I should lose a couple of pounds.

Which led me to The Foreign Correspondent, by Alan Furst. Like nearly all of Furst's novels, it's set during the tense years in Europe just before World War II. This one opens with what seems a murder-suicide at a Paris hotel in December 1938. As it happens, Mussolini's agents have eliminated the editor of a clandestine newspaper that is backing the Italian resistance. Correspondent Carlo Weisz takes over the job. (Man, I'd hate to work the desk on that newspaper).

The plot sounds fine, but I was more sold by the map of Paris on its opening pages. Better than a guidebook: How much can the City of Light have changed in 70 years? Furst is known for the authenticity with which he renders cities like Prague and Budapest; so far, I'm learning quite a bit about Paris.

I've enjoyed half a dozen of these books, including Blood of Victory, Night Soldier and Kingdom of Shadows. They sometimes move a bit too slowly to be called thrillers, but they're so moody and atmospheric they do pull you along.

Now if I can just find that beret.

Comments

Peter Rozovsky said…
Well, Fred Vargas is French and sets her books in France, you know.

At the Philadelphia ******er, it's not Mussolini who carried out the elimination of staff. That ideologically driven totalitarian regimes also declare the dawn of new great eras when the opposite is the case is a mere coincidence.
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August 18, 2007 at 8:49 PM
Uriah Robinson said…
"This is a new and exciting phase for *********"

This phrase was used in a letter I received the other day. Is there a college course somewhere for asset strippers where they learn these platitudes? I must say I do prefer your "dawn of new great eras" it has more of a ring to it, and you can realise more redundancies.
August 21, 2007 at 5:15 AM
Peter Rozovsky said…
No, I don't think asset-strippers and career-destroyers need to go to college to learn these things. The fervor with which America has worshipped CEOs since Lee Iacocca was president is enough of a school for them.
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August 21, 2007 at 11:10 PM
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