A self-described Francophile from when he was little, Rosecrans Baldwin always dreamed of living in Paris—drinking le café, eating les croissants, walking in les jardins—so when an opportunity presented itself to work for an advertising agency in Paris, he couldn't turn it down. Despite the fact that he had no experience in advertising. And despite the fact that he barely spoke French. After an unimaginable amount of red tape and bureaucracy, Rosecrans and his wife packed up their Brooklyn apartment and left the Big Apple for the City of Light. But when they arrived, things were not eactly what Rosecrans remembered from a family vacation when he was nine years old.
Paris, I Love You but You're Bringing Me Down is a nimble comic account of observing the French capital from the inside out. It is an exploration of the Paris of Sarkozy, text-message romances, smoking bans, and a McDonald's beneath the Louvre—the story of an American who arrives loving Paris all out of proportion, but finds life there to be completely unlike what he expected. Over eighteen months, Rosecrans must rely on his dogged American optimism to get him through some very unromantic situations—at work (writing booklets on how to breast-feed, raise, and nurture children), at home (trying to finish writing his first novel in an apartment surrounded on all sides by construction workers), and at every confusing French dinner party in between. An offbeat update to the expat canon, Paris, I Love You is a book about a young man finding his preconceptions replaced by the oddities of a vigorous, nervy city—which is just what he needs to fall in love with Paris for the second time.
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Paris, I Love You but You're Bringing Me Down
This book brought me back to when I was living in Paris in the early 70's. Life in Paris is indeed glorious, frustrating and sometimes absurd and the author captured these pretty well in his book. The insights though may not be meaningful unless you've spent some time there. I enjoyed it though, because I love Paris so much and go there at least once a year.
This author needed to run this book across the desk of an editor before it went to any publisher. The grammar and punctuation errors are astounding. The writing is just bad.
I'm also having trouble finishing this book because this fella obviously thought that his American views and approaches would equate once he learned the language, but France is not the US and it never will be. He didn't and doesn't belong in Paris. He should stay in the USA bubble for the long-term. It's obviously the only place he will feel comfortable.