Paris, I love you but...

"You won't find it in any guides to mental disorders, but there is an odd malady that strikes more than a few people every year—sometimes Francophile Japanese tourists in their 30s, sometimes young American admirers of "Breathless" and Baudelaire. Paris Syndrome, as it's called, is brought about by a sudden recognition of the unbridgeable gap between one's Platonic ideal of the French capital and its imperfect reality. For some, the suffering can be so intense they have to be repatriated immediately." - Thomas Chatterton Williams in his WSJ review of Paris, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down.

Rosecrans Baldwin's Paris, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down is about the author's vivid yet vanilla year and a half spent living and working in Paris. He found himself (expectantly) affected and charmed by the city itself, but (unexpectedly) deflated by it's congruous everyday reality. Apparently, not even Paris, the city to end all cities, can live up to our manic, romantic expectations.

I first became aware of this book when I heard Baldwin read a fun passage on KQED's The Writer's Block. Embedded for your listening pleasure.

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