Gopnik wrote for The New Yorker, and this narrative of five years living in Paris with a small child is very much in The New Yorker style - which is to say, scattered among the punditries one finds some marvelous details. I still love Paris - and so does he.
Good writer, not a good story. Ramblings about his love of Paris as well as beginning a family.
An American couple and their infant son leave the familiarty of New York City to live in the glamour of Paris. The story is revealing and often humorous as they learn to manage in a foreign city with a new language, new customs and adjust to being new parents. Gives the reader an insight into the daily life of Americans in Paris.
Wealthy American Yuppie's view of Paris, with the usual wealthy American Yuppie's angst about Americans' gaucheness.
I found this book rambles on a bit too much for my taste. At the end of the day, I couldn't finish it. I have lived abroad and traveled to Paris twice, so I was expecting interesting insights into Expat life. I had heard wonderful things about this book, but found it to be disappointing.