Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris 1932 by Francine Prose
Someone recommended this to me, but I couldn't even get through it. Though the premise was interesting, as was the writing structure, I was too bored and none of the characters really grabbed me. What I did like was the constantly changing perspectives - from the Hungarian photographer, to the French baroness, the American writer and the biographer of the lesbian race car driver/athlete/war traitor. But it just moved too slowly. In fact, I just jumped ahead from where I left off (just before the half way mark) to read the last chapter to see if it would interest me in reading what happened in between - and it didn't.