A Year in the Merde
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Written by Stephen Clarke.
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Editorial Review (from Amazon.com)
A Year in the Merde is the almost-true account of the author's adventures as an expat in Paris. Based on his own experiences and with names changed to "avoid embarrassment, possible legal action-and to prevent the author's legs being broken by someone in a Yves Saint Laurent suit", the book is narrated by Paul West, a twenty-seven-year-old Brit who is brought to Paris by a French company to open a chain of British "tea rooms." He must manage of a group of lazy, grumbling French employees, maneuver around a treacherous Parisian boss, while lucking into a succession of lusty girlfriends (one of whom happens to be the boss's morally challenged daughter). He soon becomes immersed in the contradictions of French culture: the French are not all cheese-eating surrender monkeys, though they do eat a lot of smelly cheese, and they are still in shock at being stupid enough to sell Louisiana, thus losing the chance to make French the global language. The book will also tell you how to get the best out of the grumpiest Parisian waiter, how to survive a French business meeting, and how not to buy a house in the French countryside.
The author originally wrote A Year in the Merde just for fun and self-published it in France in an English-language edition. Weeks later, it had become a word-of-mouth hit for expats and the French alike. With translation rights now sold in eleven countries and already a bestseller in the UK and France, Stephen Clarke is clearly a Bill Bryson (or a Peter Mayle...) for a whole new generation of readers who can never quite decide whether they love-or love to hate-the French.
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Rebecca Adler thinks this book is Bad.
The title says it all: This book is a piece of Merde. I honestly don't know how this guy became such a well known writer on French culture.
The book starts of funny enough, with stories about the main character's mishaps in French culture and his special knack for stepping in dog poo every few steps. Many of his observations are similar to what I experienced when I was living in France and I related well with them. But the book quickly devolves into a frat boy account of all of the main character's sexcapades. Every other page is about how he's not having sex or looking for someone to have sex or about how great his sex is with the beautiful French women he meets.
I suppose men planning a trip to France will enjoy this book because they'll believe they're going to have tons of luck with French women (not true), but for the everybody else don't waste your time.
