"Foreign Tongue" is one of the most remarkable books I have ever read.
This delicious novel is a cleverly-woven tapestry of sensual depictions of food, wine, fashion, art and sex blended with soul-searching insights into human relationships.
Our protagonist, Anna, moves from Los Angeles to Paris to mend a broken heart. When Anna meets a new heartthrob in Paris and takes a job translating a novel from French to English, she begins a journey of self-discovery. Anna becomes an intrepid detective as she strives to discover the identity of the mysterious author of the novel she is translating. She also makes us want to see if her new lover is faithful to her.
The author, Vanina Marsot, has a gift for painting exquisite tableaux with her perfectly chosen dialogue and descriptions. Readers will feel compelled to read some paragraphs several times just to savor her words.
One of my favorite passages out of the many witty bon mots that I enjoyed during Anna's adventure is:
"The sense of déjà vu was inevitable, but I raced ahead. I knew the itinerary, could see it on the map, a southwest road trip from hell: first stop, Shock, like Las Vegas on crack, everything neon and wonky; a long interlude in Anger and Humiliation, like being held hostage in an unair-conditioned diner in New Mexico; and then I would run out of gas and hole up in Miserable and Sorry for Myself, not a town but a rundown intersection with a motel and a buzzing vacancy sign. The rent was cheap and I was repeat business."
This novel will have you staying up all night endeavoring to discover if Anna can find her footing in life. And when you get to the end, the Pièce de résistance is a surprise ending that I did not see coming. I highly recommend this book.
Spoiler Alert! If you read this book and have not been to Paris, you will develop a compulsion to jump on the next plane to France. less
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