Sunday Book Review – Jacqueline in Paris by Ann Mah #historical fiction

Welcome to my Sunday Book Review. Today I’m reviewing an engaging book by Ann Mah – Jacqueline in Paris. This book is an historical fictional story about the coming-of-age life of Jacqueline Bouvier (not yet Kennedy), and the year she took off before college, spent in post-war Paris.

“Captivating…Mah channels Kennedy and brings postwar Paris to life with exquisite detail and insight.” — People

From the bestselling author of The Lost Vintage, a rare and dazzling portrait of Jacqueline Bouvier’s college year abroad in postwar Paris, an intimate and electrifying story of love and betrayal, and the coming-of-age of an American icon – before the world knew her as Jackie.

In September 1949 Jacqueline Bouvier arrives in postwar Paris to begin her junior year abroad. She’s twenty years old, socially poised but financially precarious, and all too aware of her mother’s expectations that she make a brilliant match. Before relenting to family pressure, she has one year to herself far away from sleepy Vassar College and the rigid social circles of New York, a year to explore and absorb the luminous beauty of the City of Light. Jacqueline is immediately catapulted into an intoxicating new world of champagne and châteaux, art and avant-garde theater, cafés and jazz clubs. She strikes up a romance with a talented young writer who shares her love of literature and passion for culture – even though her mother would think him most unsuitable.

But beneath the glitter and rush, France is a fragile place still haunted by the Occupation. Jacqueline lives in a rambling apartment with a widowed countess and her daughters, all of whom suffered as part of the French Resistance just a few years before. In the aftermath of World War II, Paris has become a nest of spies, and suspicion, deception, and betrayal lurk around every corner. Jacqueline is stunned to watch the rise of communism – anathema in America, but an active movement in France – never guessing she is witnessing the beginning of the political environment that will shape the rest of her life—and that of her future husband.

Evocative, sensitive, and rich in historic detail, Jacqueline in Paris portrays the origin story of an American icon. Ann Mah brilliantly imagines the intellectual and aesthetic awakening of Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis, and illuminates how France would prove to be her one true love, and one of the greatest influences on her life. 

Jacqueline Bouvier goes to Paris for a year to explore and take art history courses for a year before heading home to college, and to escape her domineering mother before she plots Jackie’s life for her. She is enamored by the City of Lights and quite happy to be staying in a war-torn large apartment with a Countess and her daughters, meeting friends in interesting circles and loving the Parisienne life, despite her realizations of the state of what the Occupation had left Paris in. She befriends many new people, both from her accommodation circles and meets up with some bougie and political people and writers, and ultimately finds a rude awakening as to the political status of France. She learns how the threat of communism is looming large in Paris, and of ‘the resistance’ working in dangerous situations to attempt to thwart the stirrings of communism.

Her innocence or perhaps, ignorance of what the war had left for many European countries is revealed when she takes some weekend jaunts with friends to other countries, such as Germany and Vienna. As she witnesses the destruction of these cities and people and concentration camps, she is stunned to her rude awakenings of war.

Jackie polishes her French in Paris while discovering that even though the war had ended four years prior, Paris was still much in a war-torn state and many people were still struggling just to eat.

Mah’s story-telling is exquisite with her rich descriptions that made me feel as though I was there with Jackie, as an honored invisible guest. This fictionalized, yet historical backdrop of France, its architecture, remnants of war – mixed politics – art history, literature, and high society living among the many who still struggled in Paris, was all encompassed in this grand descript telling by Mah. Perhaps Paris is where Jackie really belonged, studying arts and literature, happy, and without tragedy, where she could be herself and be happy.

©DGKaye2024

Writer’s Tips – March Edition – #Editing, #Writing Dialogue, A.I., WordPress, #Writing Gigs, Writer’s Block Hacks

Welcome back to my Writer’s Tips – March edition with some interesting gatherings of articles I come across in my keeping up with the writing industry. In this edition, D.L. Finn, writing at the Story Empire with a great article on all that’s entailed in editing, Anne R. Allen with two great posts on writing too much dialogue and how to remedy it and how to survive and thrive as a writer during the A.I. age, Hugh Roberts helps us find the ‘new comment’ box in WordPress, Jacqui Murray updates us on Writing Gigs and what’s new in the writing world, and Ruth Harris at the blog of Anne R. Allen with 7 Hacks to get past Writer’s Block.

©DGKaye2024

Sunday Book Review – The Rat in the Python Book 2 – Shopping and Food by Alex Craigie

Welcome to my Sunday Book Review. Today I’m reviewing Alex Craigie’s latest release – book 2 in her Rat in the Python series – Shopping and Food and living for baby boomers after WWII.

If you haven’t heard of a liberty bodice, believe that half-a-crown is something to do with impoverished royalty and never had the experience of slapping a television to stop the grainy black and white picture from rolling, then this series might not be for you. Please give it a go, though – I’ve suspect that most of it will still resonate no matter where you were brought up!

Book 2 looks at shopping and food after the end of WWII and how they’ve changed over the decades. From farthings to Green Shield stamps; from beef dripping sandwiches to Babycham, and beyond.

The Rat in the Python is about Baby Boomers who, in the stability following the Second World War, formed a statistical bulge in the population python. It is a personal snapshot of a time that is as mystifying to my children as the Jurassic Era – and just as unrecognisable.

My intention is to nudge some long-forgotten memories to the surface, test your own recollections and provide information and statistics to put it all in context.

Are you sitting comfortably?
Then I’ll begin…

Alex Craigie is taking us back to the 1950s and 60s England in this book 2 in her memoir series of her childhood growing up in a post war U.K. and sharing her recollections and facts of the times in the Boomer era U.K. about diets, food availability and scarcity, and the rise of the refrigerator, which only one third of the population had into the early 70s.

I found this book a fascinating look at the ‘food times’ of post war U.K. With still no refrigeration, microwaves, or anything of its ilk, and food rations, Brits were pretty crafty about what they would eat to get by and how meals were prepared. As the author goes through chapters about food availability, preservation, and her childhood favorites and dislikes, I found this book to be a great informational about the past told with inflections of humor and wonderful images of gadgets of the times, and it was an eye-opener to me as a Canadian child growing up in the sixties with no lack of food choices, colorful refrigerator models, and all the comforts of home while England was just catching up with the modern times as it was re-building from the aftermath of war.

This book made me think about how much we take for granted in our lives without understanding that other parts of the world weren’t as quickly advancing into modern times because of war. It also reminded me of why I thought England was never known for their great food in such an era as I visited London for the first time in the late seventies and wasn’t impressed with food choices – as a North American. But look at the U.K. now with all its famous chefs and multi-cultural food choices. Amazing catching up in the world of food.

At the end of the book, the author offers some quiz questions about foods from different parts of the world, and about foods found in children’s books from the Boomer era. This author never disappoints, whether it’s her nonfiction or gripping fictional novels, Craigie keeps us engaged. This would also be a great book for school curriculum education of the past.

©DGKaye2024

Mexico – I’m Back, Ole!

Hello! I’m back! And time to share some travel adventures and observations with you from my trip to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.

It was great to go away and great to come home. The only thing I ever really miss when away, is my bed. And even though my friends Liz and Grant invited me to stay for another two weeks, I declined. I really felt that going away for just short of a month was perfect. I began the venture in a rented condo, twenty minutes walk from all my friends at the beach condo I used to stay at, and then moved there to my friends Brenda and Saul’s condo for just under two weeks. My friend Mahvash traveled with me to Puerto Vallarta. She was supposed to stay for ten days but after five days she was informed by her tenant there was a bit of a flood in her home, which sadly, had her leaving a bit earlier than scheduled.

Yes, all that stuff was mine, except the one black bag, lol. And a lovely torn chair at Toronto airport.

Our venture to Toronto airport began with the limo picking us both up. I had finally finished the weighing game with my first time to Mexico going with – One Bag, plus a carry-on, and filling my ‘personal bag’ as specified allowed by the airlines – completely stuffed with my purse, laptop and whatever other goodies I could shove into it. I was right on the mark once weighed in at the airport, leaving no forgiveness room for the way back and the extra weight I knew would add on upon my return, as the weight of clothes seems to grow from the humidity. That was a penalty I’d pay for on the way home.

We both had priority tickets, and lots to stow away in the overhead cabin, so I knew having ‘Zone 3’ on my ticket to board might leave an issue by the time we boarded – as in, no room in the overhead compartments left. I told Mahvash to get in line with me for Zone 2 boarding, just walk and look innocent. There were two boarding lines. Thankfully we each went in a separate line. When it was my turn to show my boarding pass, I knew the woman I had was going to give me grief. Sure enough, she looked at my ticket and harshly told me that I was in the wrong zone so now I could go back to the END OF THE LINE again. In that exact moment, Mahv was standing behind the woman, ready to board the plane. I spoke up and told the woman my friend was already through and I was traveling with her. She let me board.

The flight was a breeze, but PV airport was a nightmare! Typically, one could be out of that airport in twenty minutes – but I’m not typical. It took us nearly two hours to go through lines for customs, wait for bags, and then pass through the spotcheck for bags. I specifically went to the VIP window to pay for a cab, and still waited outside in that line for forty-five minutes until it was our turn for a cab. Besides stripping off layers of clothes I wore on the plane, and trading my sneakers for flip flops, I was melting under the hot Mexican sun. It was a good thing I knew where I was going because the cab driver was getting lost in a maze of condos in the Versailles area I was staying in, but finally, we arrived.

I wasn’t impressed to see a narrow flight of twelve stairs required to get up to the lobby, and no concierge to help with anything, let alone any carts around that are always in the other condo I stayed in to bring groceries or luggage up to a condo. I tipped the cabbie a little more to carry our bags up the stairway. We arrived!

The condo, although brand new, didn’t impress me. It was dark and noisy. The second bedroom was really a den with a pullout couch that was NOT comfortable. The condo faced west and was an oven, hence, we couldn’t leave the drapes opened because it would have been unbearable heat. They were also building a new condo right beside our condo, literally, not even one foot between buildings, and those workers began banging and jack-hammering by 8am, six days a week – right behind my bedroom and bathroom walls. But the infinity rooftop pool was gorgeous. It was an oasis up there, despite the pool not being heated and was literally like walking into ice cubes despite the over 90 degree temps.

Rooftop pool partial view

Location-wise, the condo was conveniently located to groceries and many restaurants in the fairly new Versailles area I stayed in right across from the beaches. We met up with Brenda and Saul at Costco because Brenda had bought me a well-sought over, gluten-free bread that seem to vanish off the shelves as (un)quickly as they are replaced. We then invited them over for dinner and sunset drinks at our condo. And Mahvash cooked us a wonderful Persian meal.

We enjoyed the rooftop pool area, and only once did I brave the cold water. The next night Mahvash and I went down to the Malecon for dinner with Brenda and Saul, to my favorite Italian restaurant downtown – Dolce Vita. Then we walked the malecon and looked at art and whatever many were selling throughout the boardwalk.

The three amigas – Me, Brenda, Mahvash

A great picture of Brenda and Saul in front of the famous – Puerto Vallarta letter statues. Ironically, they were standing in front of the ‘T and the O from Puerto, and the V in Vallarta which spelled out TOV, which means good in Hebrew.

Later in the week, me and my girlfriend Patty Girl met up at one of the new breakfast places, Fluffy’s, a mere block from where I was staying. Patty took a cab over and afterward we went downtown to the malecon to our favorite cotton store – Luisa’s. Patty was picking up a dress Luisa was making for her, and I couldn’t resist a lovely tye dye cotton sundress – despite the price now doubled what it was only last year! Then we walked around some street markets and landed in the main square on the malecon eating our real fruit popsicles before heading back in a cab.

The prices in PV have gone up again, unsurprisingly. But seriously, they are turning PV into over-Americanized Cancun with squeezing in more condos, for high prices, not to mention some of the scary rental prices I heard about. Even my American friends there were telling me they weren’t using Pesos, just their credit cards because they were getting a better rate. The restaurant prices are now double what they were pre Covid. And my golden days of $3.00 margaritas have turned to $10. I was also surely glad I’d brought enough of my favorite suntan lotion (which I got on sale for $13 here at home, and when I checked the price in a store, I almost fell over when I saw the sticker price of 500 Pesos – equivalent to $48 Canadian!). No longer the best bang for my bucks, but still a smidge lower than Canadian prices at home, and like a comment I found on Facebook in a PV group I belong to says, ‘Yes PV is more expensive now, but you’re almost guaranteed the sunshine and it’s not a country surrounded by war.’ That’s good enough for me!

The Night of the Iguana

One night I was climbing into bed when a slithery small gecko ran across my bedroom floor. I screamed and Mahv came running in. She laughed and said he’ll leave when he’s ready. I checked that room upside down from ceilings to walls and behind everything hanging on the wall and couldn’t find the bugger. I was scared to sleep so Mahv told me to put some pieces of garlic around the perimeters of my room because they apparently, don’t like the smell. Who knew geckos were like vampires! Lol. I never saw him again, but I left the garlic until I left and moved into Brenda’s condo on the beach.

At the end of my two-week stay, with many of those days spent at the beach condo, where my friends were staying, I finally moved over to Brenda’s place, which was like old home week for me.

There I am lounging on my ‘barge’.

A couple of interesting images:

Mexican art sculpture on the boardwalk

A wonderful sinking sunset

Another gorgeous sunset sky

An interesting moon. It shone like a crescent moon, yet you could see the whole round moon in the background of the crescent

xxx

Something fun I thought I’d mention here. When I came home on Wednesday night. I was looking through my TV recordings to see what was recorded. I found the first episode of a new season of The Amazing Race. And the first episode had some brutal tasks for the contestants who began the race in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. I watched it all taking place in downtown PV , starting on the beach and Malecon and surrounding downtown areas laden with high hilly roads and cobblestones where the contestants had to complete grueling tasks in the sweaty heat. I found this one minute clip to demonstrate one of the tasks they had to do was bring up some heavy rocking horses back down to the malecon. I couldn’t help feeling their exhaustion. Below is a short clip of the task:

Ole! Part 2 next week!

©DGKaye2024

Sunday Book Review – Genuine Deceit by Joy York #Suspense

I’m back! Just saying hello and sharing my review for one of five books I managed to read while on vacation in Mexico. The socials kept me busy, so I didn’t get to read all the books I had planned to, but I enjoyed the ones I managed to read. My regular midweek blog will resume on Wednesday. I still have a mountain of things that need tending to, and I have yet to write my vacation journey posts but I thought I’d get the ball rolling with the first of reviews for one of the books I enjoyed while away – Genuine Deceit by Joy York.

When a young woman finds herself unknowingly accountable for the past sins of her family, she must unravel their secrets and lies to stay alive.

When her grandmother is brutally murdered in her own home, Reagan Asher leaves her corporate job and rushes to her sleepy hometown in Ohio. She has barely entered the house before a second break-in attempt is made, prompting police to believe it’s not just a random burglary. Reagan’s lifelong friend Mattie asks Aiden Rannell, her brother-in-law and an ex-Navy Seal, to lend support and protection to Reagan as she navigates the investigation.

Aiden suggests a ring that Reagan’s grandmother owned may be more valuable than anyone realizes. Considering her frugal life growing up, Reagan dismisses the idea, showing Aiden an old pink box filled with similar colorful, ornate costume jewelry she and her friends played with as children. When they find a decades-sealed container with shocking contents supporting Aiden’s concerns, Reagan begs him to help her find the origin and if it is related to her Nana’s death.

Finding clues to solve a decades old mystery proves challenging as the threats to Reagan’s life escalate. Could the discovery of a water-stained, half-torn photo found in her grandmother’s safe deposit box be significant? Her mother’s suicide? Her father’s abandonment? Unanswered questions send Reagan and Aiden across the country in search of answers, with danger never far behind. With each new revelation of deception and lies, Reagan begins to doubt everything she ever knew about her life.

I will start by saying, whew! What a roller coaster of events!

An engaging suspense story. It all begins at Reagan’s Nana’s house when she is found murdered. Reagan flies from her hometown Chicago, to Ohio when she hears what happened to her Nana.

A seemingly frugal grandma murdered in her own home, for what? That’s what I savored every page to find out as Aiden and Reagan led a dangerous investigation of their own. The police had still assumed it was a burglary gone bad when Reagan and Aiden uncovered something big and they were determined to find out what some of the clues led to for themselves before sharing with the police. If Aiden hadn’t have had a sneaky suspicion about a ring Reagan played with as a child and believed her whole life it was costume jewelry, this story would have turned out very different – and not in a good way.

Besides the many chases and perilous moments in this great suspense – with a touch of romance, Reagan had to deal with realizing that some of the people she grew up with as family, had quite the pasts that left her questioning much of her childhood. With her father abandoning her as a child, and her mother committing suicide when she was only seven, her Nana raised her, and everything she thought she knew about her grandmother wasn’t truth.

Reagan’s best friend Mattie, since childhood asks her husband’s brother Aiden to watch over Reagan while the burglar/murderer is still at large. The pair begin searching the house hoping to find clues as to what this burglar wanted and come across some old photos of Reagan’s mom and some of her friends that piqued Reagan’s curiousity. And then a surprising discovery of a safety deposit key that belonged to her Nana.

During one of their many visits back to Nana’s house, Reagan and Aiden are faced with danger as the burglar comes back, still looking for what he didn’t previously find. And the hunt and chases begin. With many near death experiences, attempted kidnappings, plentiful twists and turns, this book was an addictive read. The author masterfully ties in all the characters, crimes, and red herrings. Also, there was a stunning revelation in the last chapter we don’t see coming. I certainly look forward to reading more from this author. If you love suspenseful page-turners, you will love this book.

©DGKaye2024