It felt so real! So intimate! So unashamed to be ashamed-to be grotesquely obsessed, filled with desire and anguish. When it was over, I looked up and noticed that I was not in Paris in the 80’s but in my apartment. It’s a stunning excerpt from her journal written while she was having an affair with a Russian officer before the fall of the Berlin wall. Where’s the heart?! Where is the life?! Then I came to a piece written by Annie Ernaux. When my copy of The Paris Review arrived in the mail (me=snob of snobs!) I started every story and read a few lines and then moved on, frustrated and annoyed. I’ve tried reading a variety of books and nothing seems to stick. I’ve been having a difficult time with fiction recently. ![]() I know there are typos in the below essay. ![]() We’d rewind the music video and dance in the living room to Rod Steward, Bryan Adams, and Sting jamming out (I blame these movies and this music video for my issues with romantic love). At the end of The Three Musketeers there is a music video for the song, All for Love. When we were little, we watched two movies pretty much every other day: Robin Hood and The Three Musketeers.
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