A review by saintakim
Good Morning, Midnight by Jean Rhys

4.0

Didn't finish it, it was too sad and too stark. But I got my fill.

It is so well written and hypnotic how much its language and rythmes are contemporary to us. Maybe I'm too weak because of my situation. I'm living and roaming in the very same Parisian streets this poor fool was slowing destroying herself, some bars are still there but now as expensive restaurants. Like Rhys it is my home because it is my truest place but I'm also a foreigner.

There's not much left of Rhys's Paris and what is still with us is enshrined like some Entre Deux Guerres Disneyland. Yet, everyone that has been miserable, in the need of forgetting oneself or even dealing with the ghosts of one's dreams and potential in those neighborhoods, be it has a riverain or a visitor, has felt through themselves the same beat that flows in the pages of Rhys.

As a "book guy" I feel I should be more competently about this book. Honestly, I could. But I love books because sometimes you meet something like this one, and you just want to shut up and enjoy the October sun in Luxembourg.