The Last Nude

The Last Nude

by Ellis Avery

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Overview

“As erotic and powerful as the paintings that inspired it.”—Emma Donoghue, author of Room

Paris, 1927. In the heady years before the crash, financiers drape their mistresses in Chanel, while expatriates flock to the avant-garde bookshop Shakespeare and Company. One day in July, a young American named Rafaela Fano gets into the car of a coolly dazzling stranger, the Art Deco painter Tamara de Lempicka.

Struggling to halt a downward slide toward prostitution, Rafaela agrees to model for the artist, a dispossessed Saint Petersburg aristocrat with a murky past. The two become lovers, and Rafaela inspires Tamara's most iconic Jazz Age images, among them her most accomplished-and coveted-works of art. A season as the painter's muse teaches Rafaela some hard lessons: Tamara is a cocktail of raw hunger and glittering artifice. And all the while, their romantic idyll is threatened by history's darkening tide.

Inspired by real events in de Lempicka's history, The Last Nude is a tour de force of historical imagination. Ellis Avery gives the reader a tantalizing window into a lost Paris, an age already vanishing as the inexorable forces of history close in on two tangled lives. Spellbinding and provocative, this is a novel about genius and craft, love and desire, regret and, most of all, hope that can transcend time and circumstance.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101554180
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/05/2012
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 562,715
File size: 425 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Ellis Avery’s first novel, The Teahouse Fire, set in the tea ceremony world of nineteenth-century Japan, has been translated into five languages and has won three awards, including the American Library Association Stonewall Award. Avery was also the author of The Smoke Week, an award-winning 9/11 memoir. She taught fiction writing at Columbia University.

What People are Saying About This

Emily Barton

“Seductive . . . intelligent . . . smoking hot.”
—Emily Barton, author of Brookland

Emily Barton

“Seductive . . . intelligent . . . smoking hot.”
—Emily Barton, author of Brookland

Emma Donoghue

“As erotic and powerful as the paintings that inspired it.”
—Emma Donoghue, author of Room

From the Publisher

“[An] amazing book . . . wholly original and engrossing.”
The Boston Globe

The Last Nude breaks important ground for literature, and does so with exuberance, skill, and grace.”
San Francisco Chronicle

“A compulsively readable novel.”
The Washington Post

“A taut, elegant novel . . . [Avery’s] prose sings.”
MORE Magazine

“Seductive and compelling, the novel is painted with as much drama and precision as one of Lempicka’s canvases.”
The Daily Beast

“A sly, sleekly written stereograph of art, desire, and desperation in Paris in the ’20s, The Last Nude brings Rafaela to electric life, much as Tamara de Lempicka did when she painted her.”
—Alexander Chee, author of Edinburgh

The Last Nude is a remarkable novel: at once a seductive evocation of Lost Generation Paris, a faithful literary rendering of Tamara de Lempicka's idiosyncratic and groundbreaking art, and a vibrant, intelligent, affecting story in its own right. It’s also smoking hot.”
—Emily Barton, author of Brookland

“Ellis Avery transports the reader on a fast-paced magic-carpet ride to Paris between the world wars, a time when artists, patrons, and models fused the business of sex and art, with deeply painful results.”
—Aaron Hamburger, author of Faith for Beginners

The Last Nude carries us through one of the most fascinating and turbulent periods in modern art, and into the minds and bodies of two of art history’s most riveting heroines. With prose and imagery that are both lyrical and unabashedly sensual, Ellis Avery breathes life and depth into famed artist’s muse Rafaela, tracing her rocky but thrilling path from lost girl to Lost Generation icon, and laying bare acts of love, desire and betrayal with all the assuredness of a master artist herself.”
—Jennifer Cody Epstein, author of The Painter from Shanghai

Reading Group Guide

INTRODUCTION
A stunning story of love, sexual obsession, treachery, and tragedy, about an artist and her most famous muse in Paris between the world wars.

Paris, 1927. In the heady years before the crash, financiers drape their mistresses in Chanel, while expatriates flock to the avant-garde bookshop Shakespeare and Company. One day in July, a young American named Rafaela Fano gets into the car of a coolly dazzling stranger, the Art Deco painter Tamara de Lempicka.

Struggling to halt a downward slide toward prostitution, Rafaela agrees to model for the artist, a dispossessed Saint Petersburg aristocrat with a murky past. The two become lovers, and Rafaela inspires Tamara's most iconic Jazz Age images, among them her most accomplished-and coveted-works of art. A season as the painter's muse teaches Rafaela some hard lessons: Tamara is a cocktail of raw hunger and glittering artifice. And all the while, their romantic idyll is threatened by history's darkening tide.

Inspired by real events in de Lempicka's history, The Last Nude is a tour de force of historical imagination. Ellis Avery gives the reader a tantalizing window into a lost Paris, an age already vanishing as the inexorable forces of history close in on two tangled lives. Spellbinding and provocative, this is a novel about genius and craft, love and desire, regret and, most of all, hope that can transcend time and circumstance.



ABOUT ELLIS AVERY

Ellis Avery is the author of The Teahouse Fire.The winner of three awards, The Teahouse Fire was translated into five languages. Avery teaches fiction writing at Columbia University and lives in New York City.



A CONVERSATION WITH ELLIS AVERY
Q. What about this second novel-a technique, or a subject-was a stretch for you?

My first novel, The Teahouse Fire, was about the tea ceremony of Meiji-era Japan. Because the subject matter was one most American readers know little to nothing about, I felt an almost missionary obligation to offer the reader everything I knew about that world-to lecture, really-and the book is paced accordingly.

My second novel, The Last Nude, takes place in Paris between the wars, a setting about which most readers know at least a little, and many readers know far more than I. It isn't news that flappers listened to jazz in the twenties, or that Europe in the forties was a bad place to be if you were Jewish. This time around, I had to learn how not to lecture but to converse, how to give the reader the pleasure of supplying missing information, how to leave things out.

The result of leaving things out is, I hope, a more fast-paced novel than my first. I went into this book thinking about the various pitfalls artists can encounter-surfeit in Tamara de Lempicka's case, loss in Anson Hall's, history in Rafaela Fano's-and I knew that if I was writing a novel about something as un-American as failure, I should at least try to make it sexy and suspenseful.

Q. Between the moment you first thought of writing The Last Nude and the moment you finished it, what in the story or in your conception of Tamara and Rafaela changed most?

At first, I had no idea I would wind up writing sixty pages in the first person from Tamara's point of view. As I discovered a year and a half after having done so, adding her voice meant that, as Tamara, I could skip over things that, as Rafaela, I would have needed to expand on. To that end, I condensed 110 pages from Rafaela's point of view into two sentences from Tamara's, resulting in a leaner if somewhat darker book.

Cutting out a quarter of my novel at the last minute of the editing process reweighted the story away from Rafaela's coming-of-age and onto the vexed relationship between the two women: now I think the book bears down more squarely on a key question: What did the affair mean to each of them?

The other thing that changed most is that I initially imagined an unabashedly happy ending for Rafaela: I saw her in California, living with a nice woman she'd met while studying the bodywork techniques pioneered by Ida Rolf. Groovy, huh? This ending was total fantasy, extraneous to the central action of the story, and very like the ending of my first novel, The Teahouse Fire. That novel takes place in the Victorian period, and offers a self-consciously Victorian ending: Good is rewarded, love comes at last. Most of the action of The Last Nude takes place in 1927, so ultimately it felt wrong to force a Victorian ending onto a Jazz Age novel. What's more, in the next decades, so many Jews were killed in Europe that to report Rafaela's survival without making the story of how she survived the focus of the book would be to disrespect the millions who died.

Q. At what points did you find you had to change a fact in order to make a better fiction?

First, if Tamara's apartment and the train station had been on the same side of the Seine, there would have been no need for Rafaela to cross the river on a crucial occasion toward the end of the book. For that reason, although the biographical Tamara-whom I got to know through the excellent work of Laura Claridge-lived in what was at the time the newish-money Sixteenth Arrondissement of Paris, my fictional Tamara lives in the old-money Seventh.

Second, when I finished my first novel, set in 1880s Japan, I promised myself that my next book would be about English speakers. Of course, next thing you know, I'm fired up to write about a Polish painter who grew up speaking French. Partly because the biographical Tamara never specified the biographical Rafaela's nationality or origins, and largely for my own sake, to avoid writing another book full of translated dialogue, I have taken the liberty of imagining an English-speaking Rafaela.

Third, and most interesting to me as a writer, there's a quietly counterfactual strand to this novel, which appears in the character of Anson Hall. Hemingway buffs will wonder why Anson has the first name of one of Hemingway's grandfathers and the last name of the other, and also why I have claimed the story that Hemingway's wife lost all his manuscripts on a train as Anson's story. While Hemingway overcame the loss of his manuscripts and went on to write his great first novels, Anson Hall is the man Hemingway would have become if he had never overcome that loss: a nicer person than Ernest Hemingway, but a sadder one, too.

In thinking about the pitfalls artists can encounter, I wanted to play out the consequences of creative failure, which for me meant envisioning a world in which certain works of art had never come into being. I suspect that the world we live in is a poorer place for its paucity of artworks by women and other oppressed peoples, but a negative assertion lacks the force of example. So I needed to eliminate a real artist. I know I poke fun at James Joyce in this novel, however much I owe the inspiration for Tamara's final monologue to Molly Bloom, but I wanted to make a sacrifice that actually pained me, so Hemingway was the author whose life story I altered. What would 1927 Paris be if The Sun Also Rises hadn't come out in 1926? Jazz Age Paris without Hemingway in it-and an interwar literary tradition in which Gabriele D'Annunzio's name replaced Hemingway's-would be pallid indeed, and my own life without A Moveable Feast in it would be so much the poorer.

Q. Could the relationship between Tamara and Rafaela have happened anytime, or do you see it as specific to Paris in the twenties?

I don't see Paris in the twenties as simply the setting in which the biographical Tamara happened to be painting when she created Beautiful Rafaela, the painting that inspired this book. Rather, what's remarkable about expatriate Jazz Age Paris is that it provided an environment in which a number of different kinds of romantic and sexual relationships between women flourished in a way they rarely had before. You know the examples as well as I: Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Sylvia Beach and Adrienne Monnier, Janet Flanner and Solita Solano, Bryher and H.D., to say nothing of Natalie Barney, Djuna Barnes, Radclyffe Hall-and did Virginia Woolf ever make it to Paris? My point is, in the 1920s, and especially in Paris, you see a concentration of lesbians in the arts, and at the center of the modernist movements in literature and painting especially, that strikes me as singular and profoundly exciting. These circles, however, have already been documented by top-notch scholars and biographers, and I'd be bored if I stuck to dramatizing the research of others.

Rather, I was interested in a world in which two women like Tamara and Rafaela can have an affair and have vastly different interpretations of what it means. It's not like Rafaela thinks she's inventing a new category of relationship from scratch when she falls in love with Tamara: surrounded by appealing models of what look to her like marriages between women, she imagines she's embarking on one of them. At the same time, this is so long before Stonewall-let alone before same-sex marriage becomes legal anywhere-that Tamara can see what she's engaging in solely in terms of sexual freedom, or decadent naughtiness, or a painter's prerogative: certainly nothing remotely related to marriage.

So I see the relationship between Tamara and Rafaela as specific to this time and place, which was one in which sexual acts between women seemed more possible than in preceding or subsequent decades and one in which the meaning of those acts was perhaps even more up for grabs than it is today.

(My partner Sharon Marcus's scholarly work on nineteenth-century marriage between women has influenced my own thinking considerably.)

Q. How does a painter's job differ from a writer's?

I sat for two paintings when I was in my twenties. The experience itself was as dull as (sorry) watching paint dry, but I found myself thinking things I hadn't thought before, both about what it's like to be in a body and about what it's like to look and be looked at. I promised myself I'd come back to those thoughts one day.

As part of the research for this book, I took a weeklong intensive figure-painting class, less to become a painter than to see what it's like on the other side of the brush. What's it like to stare at the same beautiful naked woman for sixteen hours? I wasn't surprised to find that my reactions changed from sexual excitement to visual and spatial problem-solving within the first few minutes of each class. Nor was I surprised by the frustration I felt when the time ran out on each pose and I'd barely begun. What surprised me was the feeling of delight-of love, even-that washed over me on the second day of class when the same model came back, a feeling that felt separate from the private, individual me, who said no more than "Hi" to her each morning and "Thank you" to her each afternoon. I name that feeling in The Last Nude as "a gratitude, a joy that translates badly into words. I know how to mix these colors. I know what to do with these lines."

While I can't get behind the seigneurial assumptions that make painters think they have the right to sleep with their models, I wouldn't have understood the layers of the painter's reaction to the model, which consists of innocent gratitude and joy, if I hadn't experienced it myself.

(Thanks to that class, I also learned the answer to a question that had been puzzling me for years: Why is Western art so preoccupied with breasts? Because they're easy to draw!)

Based on my limited experience of painting and modeling, I think the biggest difference between writers and painters lies in our relationship to labor and time. A viewer can experience a painting in an instant, no matter how long it took the painter to create the image, while a reader has to take time to read all the author's words, little by little, left to right, so that the work of art can take hours or days to make its full impression. Conversely, a fiction writer can write something like "Sally Bowles showed up in a new fur coat" in a few seconds, while a figurative painter would need hours to render an image of Sally and her coat: all those sequins, all that fur, all those brushstrokes.

I think my pacing of the affair between Rafaela and Tamara replicates the tension between instantaneity and slowness that seems peculiar to visual artists: the novel begins with Rafaela making an impulsive, instantaneous choice to do exactly what our mothers always told us not to do: get into a car with a stranger. But then the pace slows dramatically to accommodate what my painter friend Caroline Wampole calls "the hours in the paint" that transpire between artist and model, the hours of looking and being looked at that allow, in Rafaela's case, for the slow blossoming of love, and of her own vocation.



DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
  • Do you think Rafaela made the right decision in eluding her grandmother and going to Paris?
  • How does Tamara change Rafaela’s life? How does Rafaela change after they first meet? After she finds out the truth about Tamara’s intentions?
  • How do Gin and Rafaela’s relationships (with Daniel and Tamara) mirror each other?
  • What kind of an artist is Tamara? Rafaela? Anson?
  • How does each character (Rafaela, Tamara, Anson, Gin) support him or herself? To what extent do Rafaela and Tamara’s means of financial support affect the choices they make?
  • Has Tamara changed in the second half of the novel? If yes, how?
  • Which woman needs the other more? Why? Does this change over the course of the novel?
  • The paintings that appear in this book serve different functions. How do you think Tamara’s Duchesse de la Salle portrait, La Belle Rafaela, and The Dream serve the story? How does Vermeer’s The Lacemaker serve it?
  • The last line in the book is “This time, I have painted your eyes open.” What is Tamara trying to say? How did you respond to this ending?
  • How does Rafaela’s relationship to Anson evolve over the course of the novel? Did your view of him change at all?

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The Last Nude 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 26 reviews.
michaelbartley on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
the story of a 16 year old girl that is from a poor family in america, she runs away from an arranged marriage in Italy and ends up in Paris in the 1920's. by change she meets a woman arist and becomers her model. the first part of the novel is written from her pt. of view, the last part is written from the artist point of view, 60 years later. thera are good parts but overall I was disappointed
hollysing on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When is a muse an inspiration and when is she a plaything? The distinction is hazy in Ellis Avery¿s The Last Nude.1927 Paris, Rafaela only wants a hundred francs to buy a black dress so she can take over her flat mate¿s department store job. In danger of falling into prostitution, she meets Tamara De Lempicka, painter of exotic, sexy Art Deco, and poses for several paintings.Although outside the parameters of what I usually read, this period piece is well written and sensual. The writer skillfully paints the decadent lifestyle of artists of the time. The passion of the two women grows as does their disparate outlooks on life. Characters are well defined. We grow to despise the self-centered, manipulative Lempicka and empathize with Rafaela¿s lost naiveté. Readers will glimpse the artistic culture of 1920s Paris and enter the world of erotic lesbianism. The book ends with dangling threads as it suddenly abandons the women¿s relationship to finish Lempicka¿s story.Ellis Avery, inspired by a 1927 Lempicka oil painting called, Beautiful Rafaela, recreates their relationship in her second historical fiction novel. Another painting from their affair, The Dream is the cover art for the book. In an interview, Avery explains that Jazz Age Paris provided the ¿environment in which a number of different kinds of romantic and sexual relationships between women flourished in a way they rarely had before.¿ Ms. Avery took a weeklong intensive figure-painting class to learn what it¿s like on the other side of the brush.Penguin¿s Riverhead Books Division graciously supplied the advance review copy.
bookmagic on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This novel had me hooked and reading at a fast pace. It tells the story of Rafaela Fano, a not quite eighteen year old girl living in Paris in the 1920's after having escaped from a trip to Italy and an arranged marriage. Rafaela supports herself through a couple of rich boyfriends and prostitution. She then meets the artist Tamara de Lempicka, who wants Rafaela to model for her. They then begin an affair, which for Rafaela is the first time she has slept with a woman but also the first time she has slept with anyone just because she wanted to. Tamara introduces Rafaela into her artistic circle of friends and the nudes she has painted of Rafaela get her into The Salon and get her a patron.Rafaela is alternately torn between jealousy of Tamara's past and the possibility of a future with her and creating her own career.But does Tamara want what Rafaela wants?I loved this book, based on real-life events of Tamara de Lempicka but I do not know how accurate it is. The writing was amazing and the setting fantastic. What can be better than Paris in the '20's and references and appearances by others from that period.I only gave the book 3 stars however. I took away one star because I am bothered by the fact that there is a character, Anson, who has life stories taken straight from Hemingway's own life (one part was how Hemingway's wife lost all of his work on a train) and from one of his characters. I thought maybe there would be some explanation later from Anson, that he made this stuff up. But there wasn't. Then I read an interview by the author where she states she wanted to create a character that would show what Hemingway might have become had he no longer been able to write after that train incident. That didn't sit with me. Anson was a smaller character that we never fully got to know, it didn't make sense to steal from Hemingway for that. It seems like plagiarism to me.The second star i took away was because of the ending. The last section fast forwards some 50 years later and is told from Tamara's point of view. It was long and rambling and did not at all fit with the rest of the book. It could have been cut out. Instead it ended a great novel with a bad taste in my mouth. That was worse than the Hemingway stuff.The author has potential but those 2 points were unacceptable to me.
loralu on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is at once enchanting and heartbreaking. I ironically read it at the right time, as I just finished reading The Paris Wife and A Moveable Feast, so I picked up right away on the fact that much of the background of the character Anson is taken from the life of Ernest Hemmingway. The author did a good job of weaving historical fact with the fiction of the story, following the two lives of an artist and her muse during the 20's in Paris and afteward as the artist looks back on her life. I think from the standpoint of a reader today, it is hard to understand - let alone side with - the artist due to the difference in her thinking brought about by her aristocratic background. The author does a good job though of providing her thought process for us to form our own decisions.
lauriebrown54 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This lovely piece of historical fiction- fictionalized biography?- is based on the artist Tamara de Lempicka and one of her models, Rafaela Fano. Lempicka is considered an Art Deco painter, strongly influenced by Cubism but with her own unique take on it, creating vivid canvases that seemed to have life of their own. Fano posed for some of her most famous works. The first part of the book, in 1927, is told from Fano¿s point of view; only in her mid-teens when she arrives in Paris, having escaped a plan to marry her off to a cousin who is a stranger to her, she is dirt poor, eking out a living by turning tricks. When Lempicka sees her in a park, she convinces her to go with her and pose nude. This begins an affair that surprises Fano; she¿s never had sex with someone that she wanted to have sex with before, never done it for anything other than gain. Filled with actual desire for a person, Fano sees new possibilities in her life; having a steady paycheck for the first time, she also sees possibilities for a professional life as a couturier. She discovers she has options. But not only does she discover love for the first time, she also discovers heartbreak. Lempicki is beautiful, talented and brilliant, but she is a poor excuse for a human being. The second part, told from Lempicki¿s point of view, leaps years ahead to her old age and her explanation of why she was such a grasping schemer. It attempts to redeem the image that both history and the novel have produced. It also gives a compact overview of how history has treated her work. The writing is compelling and I was drawn right in. Avery evokes the Jazz Age with deft strokes, making it appear before our eyes without going into long descriptive passages. It¿s a lush, beautiful novel, filled with fashion, art, sex, and Paris in the Jazz Age.
EpicTale on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I liked "The Last Nude", but I did not love it. On the positive side, Avery's prose and descriptive abilities were great -- she painted beautiful images and scenes. I am also grateful to have been introduced to the life and mostly-wonderful art of Tamara de Lempicka. That said, the protagonist (la belle Rafaela) seemed far older and more worldly than any 17-year-old girl I have come across. However beautiful, she seemed more like a Superwoman cartoon in her thinking and motivations than a real person. But maybe that's just me -- and, in any case, I still rooted for her. In the category of historical fiction, though, other recent books ("Parrot and Olivier in America" by Peter Carrey, and "As Meat Loves Salt" by Maria McCann) have transported me in a more profound and memorable fashion.
RidgewayGirl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This well-written book tells the story of Rafaela, a seventeen-year-old American who ran away to Paris and who is surviving doing whatever she needs to get by when she meets the painter Tamara de Lempicka in the Bois de Boulogne. Rafaela soon becomes her model and lover. As she learns to navigate the ambiguous waters of the Parisian art world in the 1920s, she grows up a bit and finds uncertain love. Avery has created a vivid picture of a specific place at a specific time. I've read a fair amount about the literary scene in Paris at that time and was eager to expand into the art world. And it was interesting; Tamara de Lempicka was a fascinating and controversial woman in her time, a serious and bi-sexual artist at a time when most women were restricted to the role of supportive wife and mother. The fictitious character of Rafaela is well developed; she combines the insecurity of a teen-ager with the strength of will to run away and dream of something better. She's fascinated with fashion and so the book also provides a look at how women dressed then. On the negative side, the historical characters were muddied by the characters who were fictional but obviously based on historical figures. For example, Sylvia Beach is herself in the book, but there is a fictional character who plays an important role in the book who is obviously based on Ernest Hemingway and some of the characters from his books. Rafaela was partially based on Suzy Solidor, an entertainer who had a liaison with de Lempicka, but Suzy Solidor also appeared as herself in the book. So, while much of the book was based on historical figures and adhered closely to what is known about their lives, it also diverged in unnecessary ways. Still, it provides an atmospheric look at a unique place and time and as long as the reader does not rely on this novel for their facts, it is an enjoyable and worthwhile read.
xrayedgrl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really did not like this book at all. I felt it lacked character development. It did not paint the picture of life in Paris for me, nor did it enlighten me as to the artist's perspective nor the model's. It was a great disapointment all in all, I'm sorry to say.
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ErikAnestad More than 1 year ago
I am a great admirer of her art. It was fascinating to read about the person in some of de Lempicka's most fampus paintings.
Elsie_Brooks More than 1 year ago
The Last Nude is another example of taking a good story and stretching it to a novel. The story begins as Raphaela’s story and it is an enjoyable read. Ellis Avery lures the reader into Raphaela’s life and creates empathy for the character. The book was difficult to put down through the first chapters, then, in explicably Avery changes the novel to Tamara’s story. With the shift the book was no longer compelling. In fact, it became quite difficult to continue reading as not only was Tamara an unlikeable character, but, Avery’s writing style seemed to slip as well.
CMaiorisi More than 1 year ago
I enjoy The Last Nude immensely. Both the main characters were well-drawn and the combination of the art/art scene, and the coming out/love story drew me right in and kept me riveted through the book. I wish it had been longer. The only minor disappointment was the switch in point of view in the last chapter.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lots of dialogue and drama. Not just the history of a painter whom I have come to admire, but more the exciting adventures of a nineteen year old Italian-American castoff. Entertaining, raw, and unashamed of the human flesh. Not your mother's book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Biggest waste of time and money invested in a book in years. Wish I wouldve paid attention to others negative comments on this one.
BubblesDeux More than 1 year ago
And I was not disappointed. Ms. Avery brought the art and beauty of Paris alive, while balancing out that dreamy image with a reality of a young woman struggling to make her way. I did enjoy the first half of the book much more than the second half, but that being said, I was ecstatic to have a chance to read this book as soon as it came out. And, what better place to do it than Paris where I could almost imagine the exact scenes taking place.
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Well written and kept my attention up to and including the very last page. While none of the characters were appealing (a bit on the sleazy side, questionable morals, etc.), I nevertheless found myself interested in their thinking and doing. If you are a reader who doesn't have to love the people about whom you are reading, then you will find this a very interesting book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Even moreso, that there is no closure for Tamara. Great read.