The first trade review of The War Begins in Paris is in, from the typically speedy, and often grumpy, Kirkus Reviews. All in all, it’s pretty effusive for Kirkus. I’ll count that as a win.
You can read the whole review here, but below are some highlights.
“Wheeler traces the intense, sexually charged friendship of two American reporters from their first meeting in a Paris café in 1938 and through the ensuing war. The prologue describes Jane Anderson, nicknamed the Georgia Peach, and Marthe Hess, called Mielle, with ominous matter-of-factness so reminiscent of an Orson Welles narration that readers will rush to Google their names to see if either actually existed.”
“Wheeler’s depiction of Jane shows how dangerously appealing authoritarianism can be and how corrosive it is to one’s character.”
“This retro yet oddly fresh take on WWII captures the romance of wartime, but also the decadence and desperation.”