“Any extended period of city living results in the accumulation of things that wear one’s spirit down, little by little, leaving emotions raw and nerves frayed. This can happen as easily in Paris as it does in New York or London or São Paulo. Certainly, it pushes away some of the very same people who arrived in these places with stars in their eyes a year or five or a decade before. However, in Baldwin’s case, his love for Paris does not become noticeably tarnished over time. Right up until his last moments in the city of lights, he writes, ‘There should be a name for the syndrome that occurs when you’re in Paris and you already miss it.’”
Anna Kushner reviews Rosencrans Baldwin’s Paris I Love You, But You’re Bringing Me Down.







