No sanctimony here

A key scene in Abel Quentin’s second novel takes place in the Café de Flore in St-Germain-des-Prés, when the sexagenarian narrator, Jean Roscoff, overhears a young couple arguing over an Instagram post in the fabled existentialist hangout. “Leave it”, grumbles the girl. “How can I pretend to be Simone de Beauvoir when I don’t know … Read more