I’m really smitten with this Sarah Elgatian book review of The War Begins in Paris that’s in the latest issue of Little Village.
My favorite part is below, but you should click through to read the review in its entirety.
The War Begins In Paris possesses the hypnotic combination of meticulous research and readable, comfortable, beautiful prose. So often, writers of period fiction pull their punches to entice a few more readers, only to do a disservice to both history and their own writing. Wheeler sacrifices nothing, steadily growing his plot toward its own ends.
There are moments in which Mielle’s life in 1938 holds an uncanny similarity to my own today: watching friends grow steadily into strangers as ideologies morph, seeing anger fed by injustice transform into bigotry as an ugly matter of course. There are striking insights into how trauma changes us and one sad, perfect quote about the life of a writer, “I will never understand you journalists. What good does it do to make enemies all the time? And then to sign your name at the top! How terrible.”
This book is necessary at this moment in time. And it’s an important work to hold close for those of us looking for hope to find us on the flip side of worry.
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