Books in brief: The President's Hat

    

    Mr. Cornflower writes:

    Thirty years ago I was living in Paris, on the Left Bank, in a little side street near the Seine. Our side of the street was rather scruffy and down at heel; the other side was already being transformed by wealthy landlords and residents. I stood at my window and looked from shabby carpet tiles and cheap furniture across to a world of polished floorboards and tasteful bibelots. Part of the magnetic attraction to investors was the location, in the next street, of the pied-à-terre belonging to the most powerful man in the country: François Mitterrand, President of the Republic. In France, as elsewhere, money follows power.

    I had pushed this brush with greatness far back into the attic of my memory until Cornflower kindly put into my hands the charming and evocative novel by Antoine Laurain, The President's Hat. He imagines an ordinary man who by accident finds himself in possession of Mitterrand's hat, and from this spins a series of delightful tales about how the hat transforms the lives of the various people through whose hands it passes. The wit and elegance of Laurain's book should win him a much wider audience - you don't have to know anything about French politics in the 1980s to enjoy it.

Comments

[Ruthiella]

This does sound good Mr. CF! This sounds a bit magical, and I am always trying to read more books in translation. I lived in Bordeaux in 1987-1988. I do remember everyone talking about “cohabitation” when Chirac was elected, which I vaguely understood, but at that time the former kings and queens of France were far more vivid and interesting to me personally than the then current politics.

[Mr Cornflower]

Do read it, Ruthiella - I'd love to hear what you make of it. And although I am an adopted Parisian I do envy your stay in Bordeaux!

[Sue]

You have made me curious about this book;I shall follow it up. Thank you for the review.

[Belle]

Mr. C, I do love your reminiscenses and reviews of books about Paris. Merci!

[Mr Cornflower]

You're welcome, Sue. I hope you enjoy the book as much as I did.

[Mr Cornflower]

De rien, Belle. Seriez-vous par hasard Française?

[Belle]

Non, j'adore Paris. J'ai visité la ville deux fois. J'ai plaisir à lire Paris.