The workingmen in the cafe acknowledged her entrance with great affection.
To top it off, she was smoking a thin, gold Turkish cigarette. She peered out at the world from beneath a yellow straw hat - a "boater," with circular crown and flat brim - wore a green wool muffler looped around her neck, and was lost in the immensity of Khristo's sheepskin jacket while he made do with a heavy sweater. Every eye went to Aleksandra as they entered. It meant they had to get dressed all over again and go out in the rain, joining the early workers in the cafe on the corner. He is a master at creating mood - mood so bewitching that for a moment, you feel as if you're there in Paris, in the dim bistro, way back in the corner booth, sipping your Chateau Margaux. His stories tend to be set in Paris on the eve of World War II.
Furst's novels have been likened to works of Graham Green and John le Carre. The scent just whisked me away.įor me, the books of Alan Furst conjure a similar magic. I didn't just recall being in Nice with Nicole for a moment, I was there - I felt viscerally like that 15-year-old kid who was in love for the first time. Years later - I must have been in my early 20s - I stepped into a perfume shop in Boston and smelled that particular scent. I remember what she wore, even the way her hair smelled - like lavender. We spent one full day together, just the two of us, lying on the beach in Nice. When I was 15 years old, I spent part of the summer in France, and I fell in love with girl named Nicole. Jake Halpern is the author, most recently, of the novel Dormia.
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