Paris to the Moon

When I fire my computer in the morning and say : “Let’s see what’s up with the world?”, Aaron tells me he knows I was going to surf on a French website. When I told him about my new favourite book, Paris to the Moon, by Adam Gopnik, he said to me, in one of his surprinsingly accurate moment of truth, “you like to read books about how different we are”. I paused and answered that the idea was more to enjoy the possibility of a new point of view on my culture thanks to my decision to move to North America. But you know he was right. The first feeling I can remember when I started to read that book is a cold, bitter jalousy. Here is the kind of book that could definitly achieve to convince me that I don’t have what it takes to be a writer. With humor, intelligence and grace, Adam Gopnik describe his moving from NYC to Paris with his wife and tod. He puts words on what I felt since I got here, on the differences, of course, but most importantly, on what brings us together. This book is just brilliant. I don’t know if a translation is available in French, but even if your english is not that great, it’s worth reading. I truly believe this book can single-handedly save the French from themselves. For the North American, “hélas” or “tant mieux”, I don’t think we can do much for now.