

I picked this up for a pound in a charity shop in London. A coterie of French intellectuals & artists are all somewhat miserable. No one is married to the person they are in love with, and even those that find love, know it will be brief and unsatisfying. Happiness is ever elusive. It felt very French. Indeed, almost a parody of very French! While my eyes did roll, I liked Sagan's simple, stripped-down prose. I still want to read Bonjour Tristesse