And five-minutes later you feel empty, disgusted with yourself. From a distance she seems ravishing, you can’t wait until you have her in your arms. Henry tells us his goings and comings in the city of love, which he describes: “Paris is like a whore. He shares his heat with different prostitutes. Never mind if these ones are lost too. He meets some male friends, some are are lost on his way, others do not. In a word, we discover his innermost thoughts He arrives at Paris, dragging his apathy and frustration and trying to make a living in that new, romantical, bohemian and inspirational European city. Economical scarcities seasoned with a lot of sex, and within this juicy plot we discover the idiosyncrasy of the writer, his value judgements of the French and American society, his fears and aversions and their different relationships, all oozing lust and lacking love. In that way, This autobiographical novel depict the shortages and adventures of the American writer’s stay in the French capital during the late 1930’s. The characters usually present a lack of affect and illusion and their actions are doused with a listless feeling. Their literature plunge us into a brutal realism.
Dirty or not, it is clear that their way of redacting is direct, accurate and free of too many ornamentations. That trend led by a group of young American people that proclaimed a social change and was sick of the reactionary legacies that their country was still bearing. The last names will make us think about the Beat Generation. Writers marked by a war, post-war epoch or a social-political change. Some names that spring to mind swiftly are Fedor Dostokvesky, Henry Miller, Jack Kerouac, Albert Camus, Charles Bukowski, Walt Withman, John Fante or J.D Salinger among many others. An intense trace that is difficult to erase. If we stop to analyze the vast literature field of the last two centuries we will find novels that leave us a languid and gloomy trace.
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