Not to mention that the time period (I believe it’s the 1920s, when all the expatriate writers were inhabiting Paris) is fascinating in and of itself. Lies or not, John Glassco led an interesting life in Paris. He then got tuberculosis and went home to Montreal.Īgain, I don’t have time for a lengthy review (shocking!) so here’s the short version: I really enjoyed it. Memoirs of Montparnasse doesn’t require much of a summary either: these are John Glassco’s memoirs of the time he lived in Paris, which it’s rumoured he fabricated most of.
Dust Tracks on a Road - Zora Neale HurstonĦ5. The Journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath & Ted HughesĦ3.
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