Friday, November 16, 2012

I Have Vonnie and She's Talking About Paris!

That's right, y'all. I have none other than Vonnie Davis on my blog today. Vonnie is a sister rose and a wonderful story teller. I fell in love with her novel, Storm's Interlude. And now, she has a new release that is definitely going on my TBR list. So, I'm just going to turn my blog over to her today...Vonnie?

 There’s a delightful bookstore in Paris called Shakespeare and Company. It sits on the Left Bank, within steps of the Seine and in view of the Notre Dame Cathedral. When we were in Paris, Calvin insisted I had to see it. He claimed it was the most unusual bookstore in the City of Light. I wasn’t prepared for the maze of narrow hallways leading to more alcoves of dust-covered books.

This Paris institution has an interesting background. Shakespeare and Co. was first opened at another location by Sylvia Beach, an American expatriate, in 1918. During the 1920’s, it was the gathering place for writers of the “Lost Generation” -- Ernest Hemingway, James Joyce, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Man Ray and Ezra Pound. During this period, the store was the epicenter of Anglo-American literary culture and modernism in Paris. It is featured in Woody Allen’s movie “Midnight in Paris.”

When the Nazis occupied the city, the store was closed down and never re-opened until another American, George Whitman, opened a bookstore in 1951 in a building that was once a monastery.  Later he renamed his English-language bookstore Shakespeare and Company in tribute to Sylvia Beach. This store became a focal point for literary culture in bohemian Paris.

Now here’s where it gets really interesting to me. Whitman, in his youth, had hiked his way through Central and South America and was touched by the generosity of citizens who opened their humble homes to him and shared all they had. This universal-family-ideology stuck with him and, as a result, he opened his bookstore to starving artists and writers. The bookstore includes sleeping facilities, with 13 beds, and Whitman claimed as many as 40,000 people have slept in the shop over the years. His only requirements were that his guests, whom he called “tumbleweeds”, read, work at their art/writing and help out in the bookstore for two hours a day.

A delightful book, Time Was Soft There: A Paris Sojourn at Shakespeare and Co. by Jeremy Mercer, tells of a writer’s month living in the famed bookstore. Imagine! Free room and board in Paris. Granted one had little privacy. Bathroom privileges were on a scheduled basis. You had to be up and moving about when the store opened. But this is Paris, y’all!

Here’s the book’s description that reinforces what I’m sharing about the place. “Wandering through Paris's Left Bank one day, poor and unemployed, Canadian reporter Jeremy Mercer ducked into a little bookstore called Shakespeare & Co. Mercer bought a book, and the staff invited him up for tea. Within weeks, he was living above the store, working for the proprietor, George Whitman, patron saint of the city's down-and-out writers, and immersing himself in the love affairs and low-down watering holes of the shop's makeshift staff. Time Was Soft There is the story of a journey down a literary rabbit hole in the shadow of Notre Dame, to a place where a hidden bohemia still thrives.”

Regular activities that occur in the bookshop are Sunday tea, poetry readings and writers’ meetings. George Whitman died there at the age of 98, nearly a year ago. His daughter, Sylvia Beach Whitman, now runs the shop and continues to allow young writers to live and work in the store.

So, of course, I had to include a scene at Shakespeare and Company in my romantic suspense, MONA LISA’S ROOM. Because my heroine Alyson Moore has unwittingly foiled a terrorist’s bombing attempt, she’s been placed under the protective custody of French agent, Niko Reynard. They’ve argued outside Shakespeare and Company and are now inside the store. Niko’s looking for a little gift as a making-up gesture to his charge, who is pretty upset with him…

“Where are you from?” Niko detected an Aussie accent.

“Australia. Brisbane. I’m here to experience Paris, study art and do a bit of poetry writin’.” Eddie’s eyes were scanning the shelves. “Ah, here we go, mate.” He climbed a stepstool to reach what he was after. Turning, he leaned down to hand the two books to Niko.

“Thanks. Sketches of Parisian Rooftops and Sketches of Gardens of Paris.” He quickly scanned through the pages. Aly would love these.

Eddie hailed a greeting at two men, dressed in suits, when they entered and ambled through the narrow store, quietly talking as they climbed the few wooden steps to the next section.

Niko briefly glanced at them before flipping the books over to check the prices. “I’ll take all three.” He waited for the total and paid his bill. “Wrap them please so my lady friend can’t see them. They’re a surprise.”

“Oh, lucky her. I just love…”

Suddenly, screams followed by loud thumping and books falling filled the bookstore. Niko sprinted in the direction of the high-pitched shrieking, gun in hand. He bounded up the steps and rounded the corner. “Aly! Aly! What the hell.”

He skidded to a halt. One of the well-dressed men he saw entering the store earlier was on the floor, books covering most of his body. His companion was staggering, holding his hands over his eye and screaming like a banshee as blood ran down his face.

In the corner stood a pale and trembling Aly, her frightened blue eyes dominated her face. “They…they grabbed me! Said they’d kill me if I resisted. I…I karate kicked them.” She swallowed, obviously trying to gain control. “Kung…kung-fooed the hell out of them, too. And…and…”—she pointed to the screaming man still on his feet—“I think I poked his eye out with one of my stilettos.”

Niko ran a hand down his face, keeping it over his mouth to hide the smile. What a piece of work. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to hug her. And damned if he didn’t want to shake the daylights out of her for stepping out of his sight. Hadn’t he told her to stay with him?

“You okay?” Niko’s gaze swept over her, looking for injuries. He fought the urge to pull her to him and embrace her until her trembling stopped. Frankly, if he were honest, his nerves weren’t the greatest right this moment, either. When he heard her scream earlier, cold fear did a free-fall straight through his system.
Some professional he was. While buying books, Aly had to defend herself. His gaze took in the shambles. By the looks of things, hell if she hadn’t done a damn fine job. “Answer me! Did one of these bastards hurt you? Are you okay?”

“I…I gotta pee.” She was shaking violently. No doubt going into shock. Today’s events finally took their toll.

“I’ll show her to the dunny,” came the Aussie accent behind him. “Ain’t no wonder she’s gotta use the loo. The woman beat the bullocks out of the blokes, she did. Gobsmacked ’em, I’ll wager. Shall I call the police or will you?”

“I am the police. Counterterrorism unit.”

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  1. Thanks for having me, Lilly. I've been looking forward to today and our visit.

    1. Sorry I'm chiming in late, Vonnie. Had a lovely colonoscopy and well, there was a little snip snip done. So I'm loopy, sore, and late. Thanks so much for taking over today. It really is a fascinating post! Now, back to my nap. I'll check in again later.

    2. Pull the covers over your head and sleep until tomorrow. Let your body recouperate from all that. You're more important than anything I have to say.

    3. But what you have to say is always so informative Vonnie! Thanks for being here yesterday.

  2. Great excerpt, Vonnie, and thanks so much for telling us about the bookstore. I'd love to visit it. What a history!

    1. Yes, Paricia, Shakespeare and Company has a fabulous history, something that appeals to my fanicful nature. Imagine, young dreamers hoping to publish someday, writing in Paris and sleeping in little alcoves. Oh, the stories one could write!

  3. Very interesting blog artile--I want to go to Paris!
    And, I loved the excerpt. Mona Lisa's Room sounds wonderful!!!

    1. Thanks, Mal. Calvin says he was born in Lynchburg, Virgina, but came to life in Paris. For him, having grown up during the Jim Crow era, being able to walk into the front door of any cafe and order a cup of coffee and then having it served with a smile was a culture shock. He felt welcomed and at home in Paris as a young serviceman. Paris embraces you and changes you. I hope you get the chance to go.

  4. Hi Vonnie!

    Wow, what a place! I would love to go there - I went to Paris as a young 21 year old and completely bypassed this beautiful bookshop. I won't do that again if I'm lucky enough to have a second visit.

    Thanks for sharing,

    Rachel x

    1. Thanks, Rachel. I don't know which captured my heart the most, the wide assortment of English-language books or the history within the establishment's walls.

  5. Vonnie - I have to admit I never really had much interest in Paris until you painted such a lovely picture of it in Mona Lisa's Room. And, of course, let's not forget Niko! Great to know the history of the bookstore. Thanks for another terrific post!

    1. Thanks, Dixie. I'm glad--thrilled, actually--you're enjoying MONA LISA'S ROOM. Have a great day. Calvin and I are off to see "Lincoln" this afternoon.

  6. Hi Vonnie and Lilly.
    Hope you're resting up, Lilly!
    Vonnie, I could quite happily live in that little shop for a while. How wonderful that they've carried on the tradition. A very special place. One day I'll get to Paris, I've only ever been to the South of France but I fell in love with the country.
    And this excerpt made me smile. It did the first time I read it too.

  7. Thanks everyone for stopping by and keeping Vonnie company. She has the most fascinating stories to tell, doesn't she?