Every Frenchman Has One by Olivia de Havilland is a reprint that I recently read. I was put off by the tone of the writing in the first chapter. I had the feeling that Ms. de Havilland, while a wonderful actress, found herself so amusing that she must surely have giggled all the way through that first chapter. I stuck with the book despite this. It was worthwhile!
As I settled into the book, and I presume as she settled into her writing, the book actually came out rather well. While it's a small book, it is packed full of short chapters that could easily stand alone as essays on a variety of subjects from the French preoccupation with the state of their liver, to how they viewed the female bosom, child birth, apartments, and more. It is a lovely representation of Paris in the early 1960's.
Ms. de Havilland does take up her silly writing again here and there but for the most part she is more than a decent writer.
I received this book from Blogging for Books in consideration of a review. The opinion is this review is entirely my own.
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