The weather is warm for the first time in a while, and I find myself musing over another novel about young French people on the beach, Bonjour Tristesse. When Françoise Sagan failed to pass her Sorbonne exams in 1953, she decided to write a novel. At just 18 she wrote Bonjour Tristesse. It is a simple, classic work that stays with you long after you've read it. The language of the book is sensous. Color and romance are paired with the blight of jealousy.
There is more to all of this than young, French people in love on the beach. The narrative alternating between sensual joy and emotional angst in the hot summer sun. What's really enjoyable about these characters (in Bonjour Tristesse and Hallucinating Foucault) is their innocence.
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