lovers at the chameleon club, paris 1932


 Ah, the book that started it all. When I first nabbed an advanced copy of Francine’s book, I could hardly contain myself. How lucky had I been? From the very first page, the reader is transported to another time and another world. With language so rich and a narrative constructed in such a masterful and effortless way, this is the kind of book where you need and want to read each word. Now I know that this may seem a little controversial, but I think we can agree that there are books that you’re not really invested in, but are more “along for the ride.” LOVERS AT THE CHAMELEON CLUB, PARIS 1932 is not that kind of book. The interwoven paths of numerous true and distinct characters allowed for Prose to imagine what could have happened in their widely-speculated lives. Due to my inability to read jacket copy, I was unaware that this book was based in truth when I started it. While I ultimately feel kind of dumb for admitting that, I think my ignorance allowed me to appreciate LOVERS in a few different ways. If you didn’t know anything about its extrapolating nature, then it’s a very well-told story in its own right. But when you know that Prose took a nugget of truth and turned it into an epic, then you’ll applaud her even more. Sometimes I find that working within the confines of fact can be more difficult than starting from scratch. Some people think it’s actually freeing to work based off of history but I’ve got to think that it’s actually a very tough task. Regardless, LOVERS superbly tells a story of wartime, art, love, deception, human nature. It’s an absolute must.