Rich, vivid turns of phrase bring post-war Paris to life
CYNTHIA OZICKâS sixth novel takes as its protagonist the recently divorced Bea Nightingale, âone of that ludicrously recognisable breed of middle-aged schoolteachers who save up for a longed-for summer vacation in the more romantic capitals of Europeâ. Cajoled into searching for a nephew she barely knows, Bea travels to post-war Paris, a place where the fumes of the death camps still hang thick in the air.
The year is 1952 and Bea is caught between the people play-acting at being expatriates (âlittle more than literary tourists on a long visitâ) and those âEuropeans whom Europe had set uponâ, the displaced polyglots immune to the Parisian âtaint of nostalgia or folklore or idyllic renewalâ. Her nephew Julian, a âjobless, futureless, cluelessâ poet writing for âfool magazinesâ, is very much one of the former, while Lilli, the physically and emotionally scarred Holocaust survivor he has married, is definitely the latter.