I just finished “Bonjour tristesse” by Françoise Sagan. Such a lovely little piece of pubescent melodrama. To begin with so light, easy, carefree. So decadent nineteen-fifties French. And then all that freedom turns on itself and brings on pitch-black darkness and the following cynicisms. Lovely.
And the main character Cecile, in the middle of the book, writes: I understood that I had greater predisposition to kiss a boy in the sun than for getting an academic degree. Just like me – only, the complete opposite. I really understand why it has become such a classic.
Katja Malmborg 