Bonjour Tristesse by Francoise Sagan
It’s lovely to sit and write about books, I remember this feeling now! Nice to be back on you website, thanks for waiting so patiently. So many Penguins in this pile of books I’m writing up now. It makes me realise how significant an impact this publisher has had. Pretty much everywhere in the world too. And this, a lovely paint speckled 1967 paperback of the 1934 cult novel, Bonjour Tristesse. What do I mean when I say cult? Enduring and known in subcultures, admired in literary circles (when sounds terribly wank I know). Cult novels often cover transgressive territory, int his case (a soft eroticisim?). Incidentally, Sagan’s bio says that her hobby is “driving fast cars, of which she has five and in 1957 she was involved in a bad road accident.”
This book smells like the old paperback that it is. Published before the heady days of isbn, pages a little foxed and age stained.
This edition originally cost 65c. I am charging you $9