"Tell me about yourself," says a stranger at a party. You can recite your résumé, but what the stranger really wants to know is: what is it like to be you? You wish that you could just open up your mind. Information won't do it. —Louis Menand
Mark Zero, firstname.lastname@example.org
In Paris, it’s mostly about the hat… and the attitude.
The Champs-Élysées à la present. Lots of private art galleries in this wealthy shopping district.
The French Art of Revenge begins in a private art gallery on the Champs-Élysées, on a snowy evening like this one (portrayed by artist Antoine Blanchard). The novel is set in the present, but the appearance of the Champs-Élysées has changed very little since the 19th century.
Pére Lachaise Cemetery, Paris.
“A frosting of snow now covered the graves; the denuded flower bushes showed only thorns.”—Mark Zero
“The snow had transformed this usually busy street into a vast, empty Impressionist landscape; street lamps dotted the white sky with yellow pools of light.”—Mark Zero
“The snow created a holiday of disgruntlement. People gave each other rueful grins as they slipped and slid on the icy sidewalks, everyone secretly happy to share a new reason for complaint.”—Mark Zero