110 pages
What a coincidence that I plucked Paris Portraits off of the shelf at the library right about the time that Christopher Moore’s Sacre Bleu arrived and that I read it today, after reading Forbidden Fruit. One of those odd reading coincidences that makes reading richer.
Harriet Levy’s journal of memories from her time in Paris with the Steins and Toklas and various painters and poets. Fabulously interesting. I’d have probably wanted to kill both Stein women – then again, having the opportunity to purchase a Matisse (though I’d have probably sided with Gertrude and gone with the Picasso) would have been amazing… and probably have made it worth it to have to deal with them.