Eat: A little mixed plate of dolmas, Manchego, Humboldt Fog, and some crackers.
Drink: It was quite cold and cloudy today in New York (and now it’s snowing!), so I brewed a pot of Harney & Sons’ Tokyo tea.
Read: I just started reading Enrique Vila-Matas’ Never Any End to Paris. The novel is written in the form of a lecture given by the narrator, a loosely fictionalized version of Vila-Matas, and describes the two years he spent living in Paris. I’m only a few pages in, but so far I’m really enjoying it. It’s kind of like a sequel to Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast (and in fact takes its title from a line in that book): the narrator is a writer who lives in Marguerite Duras’ garret and encounters all kinds of intellectual characters along the way (according to the back of the book: Roland Barthes, Georges Perec, Sergio Pitol, Samuel Beckett, and Juan Marsé).
I’ve been turning to fiction as much as I have to guidebooks since deciding to move to Paris. I have a long list of various things I want to see and places I want to eat, but my decision to move there wasn’t based on the tourist opportunities in Paris, as great as they are. I’m going because I hope that a change in physical location will result in a mental change as well. A Moveable Feast and Never Any End to Paris are equal parts travel guides and literary self-help books to me.
What are you favorite works of fiction about Paris?