I was at Hobby Lobby the other day, absent-mindedly surveying their collection of home décor (in which I nearly always take home as an additional elaboration for my Paris themed bedroom) when it dawned on me—a sudden, life-changing epiphany. I was going to go to Paris!
After spending my entire life anticipating college and its’ multiple (and yet seemingly slim) fortunes, I have finally realized what I want to do with my life and where it is I want to do such things. I must make it a point, mostly for myself, that I have never taken my future with a grain of salt, or should I say le sucre! I nearly almost surpass even my own expectations and now I have the most far-fetched, intriguing, and need I say most OUTRAGEOUS dream. I want to be a journalist in the city of lights, vintage and fashion, beauty and wanders. Je veux passer ma vie à Paris !
I’m not nearly familiar with any of the city’s history and I do not know how to speak French other than what a pocket translating dictionary may have to offer. All I know is that it is beautiful and surely “beauty” is enough for me. The inspiration is making me too anxious.
The last book I read, after being mercilessly bombarded with the “masterpieces” of ancient Literature, was titled “Sarah’s Key” by Tatiana de Rosnay. I am too familiar with the modern cliché, “do not judge a book by its cover” but that’s exactly what I did. The cover looked as if it were a painting because the colors were tarnished like a hand-crafted Victorian peinture. It symbolized vintage imagery in its most elegant form. Sarah’s Key was a documented story of the Holocaust and its clandestine origins in France. I have always had the most perverse infatuation for German history and had indulged myself in a plethora of other novels, but this was the first book I had ever read that was not stationed in Auschwitz, Poland or Germany. Little did I know, and maybe other novelty historians were not aware of this, the Holocaust had some secretive connective tissues in France. Rosnay reveals one of the most melancholy memories (At last, some alliteration!) of a young, Jewish-French girl surviving the 1942 Paris roundups and deportations. Sarah, along with many Jews in France, were seized by invading Nazis and held in the Vélodrome d'Hiver right outside the city.
There are plenty of memorials for the French-Jews that had been imprisoned and exterminated by the German Nazis, one of the most exclusive memorials being in Paris. I would to have liked to be one of the many to place a remembrance stone at the old Vélodrome d'Hiver for my fictional friend, Sarah. It sounds strange, but I’m sure many writers and avid readers would understand.
After reading Sarah’s Key, I was inspired to write my own Holocaust novel. Of course I am not nearly as knowledgeable as the holocaust historians, but I feel that I have read enough to be able to conjure my own story. I have already decided on my main protagonist, Ada, which means “the noble kind” in Hebrew and her demolition lover, Joseph (yet another religious name to follow my name scheme). Ada, a French-Jewish girl will be the voice of the novel. My novel will be a romantic drama and embellish more on Ada and Joseph’s story rather than the Holocaust in a historical text. Joseph, a young soldier training under Hitler’s rule, falls in love with Ada before he finds out she is one of the many Jews that his father, a Gustapo, must deport to Auschwitz. It is still in its roughest form and I am constantly brainstorming. Eventually, I will be able to complete my novel—maybe when I’m in Paris!
So consider this to be the first novel I introduce in my blog. It is a quick, short read and I highly recommend it to those that find drama and its emotional appeal as a work of art, to read it thoroughly.
Mon obsession paris est venu à son apogée complet. Ce n'est que l'une des raisons pourquoi je veux simplement vivre en France, mais je suis plus que sûr que je vais trouver beaucoup plus dans une si belle ville. Donnez-vous dès mes amis, xx enregistrer vos ciseaux: Kayla-Ann
