FB2 My Paris by Gail Scott eReader via full english book
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Book description
In My Paris, a Canadian woman keeps an extraordinary journal of her time in a Parisian studio. Not a typical tourist, she prefers indoor spaces, seeing Paris go by on TV or watching from her window the ever-changing displays of mens designer clothing across the boulevard. Or she roams the streets, caught between nostalgia and a competing sense of the present day, between Pariss rich cultural traditions and the realities of Western imperialism. Disillusioned by her inability to reconcile these contradictions and by her own part in perpetuating them, she assembles in her journal pieces of the present, past, of art, philosophy, of herself, and of the world outside her.
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