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This beloved modern classic documents the lives and hardships of an African American family living in Depression-era Harlem. While 12-year-old Francie Coffin's world and family threaten to fall apart, this remarkable young heroine must call upon her own wit and endurance to survive amidst the treacheries of racism and sexism, poverty and violence.
An homage and reply to some of France's best-known poets, including Charles Baudelaire and Raymond Queneau, this collection moves through the streets of Paris, commenting on its inhabitants, its writers, its monumental past, and all its possible futures. Alternating between honesty and evasion, erudition and comedy, The Form of a City Changes Faster, Alas, Than the Human Heart explores a Paris that's no longer "the one we used to find." A sometimes mocking, sometimes poignant tribute to the City of Light, Jacques Roubaud's poetry is filled with the melancholic playfulness that has made him one of our most important contemporary writers.
A travel guide to Paris that includes information on trip planning, restaurants and accommodations, shopping, and best attractions; with five day trips from the city, places to see Paris without the lines, and a glossary of French words and phrases.
One Year in Paris is a collection of poems. Writings range from the mundane To the realm of spirits, from the edge of anguish To unbridled joy and exuberant hope From audacious to irreverence Always with disconcerting Honesty the words Reveal a dangerously simple and personal philosophy. The poems explore the moody nexus of love belief The shadowy worlds of emotions Where poems are paintings of perceptions. From life to death to life to the sweetness Of child's presence The alert reader will glimpse the revealed soul.
There were eccentric characters in the hotel. The Paris slums are a gathering-place for eccentric people—people who have fallen into solitary, half-mad grooves of life and given up trying to be normal or decent. Poverty frees them from ordinary standards of behaviour, just as money frees people from work. Some of the lodgers in our hotel lived lives that were curious beyond words. There were the Rougiers, for instance, an old, ragged, dwarfish couple who plied an extraordinary trade. They used to sell postcards on the Boulevard St Michel. The curious thing was that the postcards were sold in sealed packets as pornographic ones, but were actually photographs of chateaux on the Loire; the buyers did not discover this till too late, and of course never complained. The Rougiers earned about a hundred francs a week, and by strict economy managed to be always half starved and half drunk. The filth of their room was such that one could smell it on the floor below. According to Madame F., neither of the Rougiers had taken off their clothes for four years.