Let's Visit France Via Carole Roman's Cultural Tour!

\In 1828, Paris was the first city in Europe to use gas
lamps to light the streets, and that's how it got the
nickname "La Ville-Lumiere" the "City of Light."
~~~

 

If You Were Me and Lived in France:
A Child's Introduction to Cultures Around the World

By Carole P. Roman

Most who think of France will also think immediately of the Eiffel Tower! It must be a beautiful sight to be able to look over the city from the top! Wish we could!

As always, Ms. Roman wants us to meet some of the children who live in France... If you were a boy, your name could be

Hugo

Mathis

or...Theo!

If you are a girl, your name could be Clara

Jacqueline, or

Collette!

The other thing many of us hear about and sometimes get to try here in the U.S., are french pastries. These would be bought in a boulangerie where you might pick out some owl's bread along with so many options you'd not be able to decide!

or maybe you'd get to go to lunch for crepes! Crepes are delicate pancakes that can be filled with vegetables, meat,or cheese. Dessert crepes are made with fruit and dusted with sugar.

Some lucky girls get to start a collection of beautiful dolls!

but there are many dolls that she might play with that look like the children there...

Boys, here, also enjoy soccer, but make believe is always a good time... for girls and boys!

Just like July 4th is important to the U.S., July 14th is the celebration of Bastille Day!

Find out what this commemorates in the book as well!

The Catacombs

Palace of Versailles 

And while the children are playing or learning, I picked out a few places I'd like to visit! LOL

The Louvre

Arch de Triumph

Mont Saint Michel

And, of course, the French Riviera!

And I found this song I'd never heard before but loved it by, of course, one of the best-known French singers...

Isn't it wonderful to learn about a country in this way?!


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Paris At The End of the World by John Baxter - War Was Never So Fashionably Correct...

We sit in calm, airy, silent rooms opening upon
sunlit and embowered laws, not a sound except
of summer and of husbandry disturbs the peace;
but seven million men...are in ceaseless battle
from the Alps to the Ocean.
--Winston Churchill

The first blow fell on Paris at 7:18 a.m. on March 21, 1918, interrupting the calm of a Spring morning.

As its concussion echoed over the roofs, residents came to their front doors and stared at the sky. Was it another accident, like that of the previous January, when an ammunition dump in Courneuve blew up, shattering windows across the city?

People living close to the Canal St- Martin knew better. A crater had appeared in the wide stone towpath where

 horses usually dragged barges into the city. They assumed a German bomber had made an audacious solo raid,  the pilot fleeing to the safety of his army's trenches that zigzagged across France from Belgium to the Swiss border.

Paris at the End of the
  World
The City of Light During
the Great War, 1914-1918

 By John Baxter

So much family and world-wide history is lost, isn't it? We all spend our time living the present and working for the future, that we rarely take time to look to and learn about the past. If John Baxter had not had an interest in history and the opportunity to obtain letters and other information about his paternal grandfather, William Archie Baxter, we would never have had the chance to read such an intimate account of what was happening during the first world war.

: Tour Eiffel, view from the Trocaderoki

Before the Germans retired the weapon, it had fired 367 shells,
killing 256 people and wounding 620--by trench standards
a small loss, but of far greater damage psychologically.
Parisians had believed intelligence, wit, and style could protect
them from the worst effects of the war. Now they saw that these
had the evanescence of a soap bubble...
~~~

Most of us when thinking about Paris would routinely think of fashion, the pleasures of life, and the arts... Going to Paris was always seen as the ultimate location for trips, especially honeymoons. Those in the arts would consider the city itself as the best location they could find in which to work.

Gazing at or traveling to see the Eiffel Tower  is a dream come true. None of us, I would imagine would consider and recognize that the Tower was a main communication point to and from the front during the war. 

I was amazed that because of the high vulnerability for aerial attacks, the French worked to construct a fake Paris, including plywood replicas of the Arc de Triomphe and the Opera and other major sights! At the same time they wanted the outside news agencies to ensure an image of a tranquil Paris going about its business! Still, people were killed...

But then going about like usual resulted in having the story of "Two Men in Silk Pajamas..."

 In fact, I should mention that the format of the book contains 39 individual stories as diverse as the one about the pajamas to the "Master of War"... One that I especially enjoyed was "Dressed to Kill" which, of course, brought the fashion issue to the fore: There were two fronts--the war front, then in Paris, the Montparnasse front... As patriotism grew, it started to transform fashion. The book contains many pictures, including ones that definitely showed a military flair! So I decided my addition would be some of the music from that time, including the first anti-war song! Cool!!

Another thing that amazed me was that, even during the war, when people of other nations

wanted the best in art and music, food and drink, fashion and culture, and even sex and sensation, they went to Paris. The period became known as la belle epoque--the beautiful age. Here's one of the pieces by Alphonse Mucha that  I was able to find online. It certainly exhibits the beauty that was created during that period..

And then another fascinating, but understandable issue, was that the works of Bach, Beethoven and Schubert were no longer permitted in recital, while designers immediately saw the opportunities with news media following the trends in all of the countries...

There were as expected changes into what "creature comforts" were normally provided to Parisians. Absinthe was outlawed--Why? Because the government felt it sapped the will of young soldiers! Alcohol for military use replaced the quality and quantity of wine and spirits. Coffee was unobtainable as were cigars...

Volunteers from Australia and then later when America became involved are as well as the English who were not all wanting to be involved and a cute little ditty conveyed that message:

Take me back to dear old Blighty!
Put me on the train for London town!
Take me over there,
Drop me anywhere,
Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care!

By 1917, however, the main concern for the average Briton was...bread! In France food shortages was even worse because Germany had captured so much of the country... Desertion to go home to take care of crops surprised even the President when a farmer who had asked for leave, went home to take care of potatoes--war or no war! That seemed appropriate to me, don't you think?

When America finally entered the war, everybody thought that they then would be moving toward the end... but it continued for more than a year... Indeed, there is much about the war itself and Archie's life during that period that is covered. I've pulled some of the minor points just to show the diversity of the book and, of course, to include those items that interested me personally...LOL I feel confident that, readers who select this historical non-fiction book will find substantive points of interest for all! History buffs should consider this a must-read in my opinion... The book includes an Index to quickly find various items. 

But I must admit that the ending as provided for Archie totally caught me off-guard! AWOL from the Great War! I loved it!


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John Baxter was born in Sydney, Australia, but raised in a small country town called Junee. With little else to do, he went to the movies three times a week for most of his adolescence, which provided an instant education in Hollywood movies with which he was often able to embarrass film celebrities ("You SAW that thing?")
His second interest, however, was science fiction, which he began writing in his late teens. He sold stories to the same British and American magazines as J.G. Ballard and Thomas M. Disch, and in 1966 his first sf novel, THE GOD KILLERS, was published in both the US and Britain. He also edited the first-ever anthologies of Australian science fiction, and wrote the first history of the Australian cinema.
In 1969, he came to Europe, settled in London, and began writing books on the cinema, including a biography of the director Ken Russell, and studies of John Ford, Josef von Sternberg and the gangster and science fiction film genres, and working as an arts journalist for various magazines, and for BBC radio. He also served on the juries of European film festivals.
In 1974 he was invited to become visiting professor at Hollins College in Virginia, USA, where he remained for two years. While in America, he collaborated with Thomas Atkins on THE FIRE CAME BY; THE GREAT SIBERIAN EXPLOSION OF 1908,and wrote a study of director King Vidor, as well as completing two novels, THE HERMES FALL and BIDDING.
Returning to London, he published the technological thriller THE BLACK YACHT. In 1979 he moved to Ireland, and the following year returned to Australia, where he co-scripted the 1988 science fiction film THE TIME GUARDIAN, starring Carrie Fisher and Dean Stockwell. He also wrote and presented three TV series on the cinema, and produced and presented the ABC radio programme BOOKS AND WRITING.
In 1989 he moved to Los Angeles, where he worked as a screenwriter and film journalist. The following year, he met his present wife, Marie-Dominique Montel, and re-located in Paris.
After moving to France, John published biographies of Federico Fellini, Luis Bunuel, Steven Spielberg, Woody Allen, Stanley Kubrick, George Lucas and Robert De Niro, as well as five books of autobiography, A POUND OF PAPER: CONFESSIONS OF A BOOK ADDICT, dealing with his fascination for collecting books, WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS: SEX AND LOVE IN THE CITY OF LIGHT, of which the SUNDAY TIMES of London wrote "it towers above most recent memoirs of life abroad," IMMOVEABLE FEAST: A PARIS CHRISTMAS, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WALK IN THE WORLD: A PEDESTRIAN IN PARIS, and THE PERFECT MEAL. IN SEARCH OF THE LOST TASTES OF FRANCE.
John has co-directed the annual Paris Writers Workshop and is a frequent lecturer and public speaker. His hobbies are cooking and book collecting. He has a major collection of modern first editions. When not writing, he can be found prowling the bouquinistes along the Seine or cruising the Internet in search of new acquisitions.

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"Then, as the dust settled, Corey gasped. Buried beneath the most romantic landmark in the world was a crypt full of bodies. No, not bodies, skeletons. Lots and lots of skeletons, but after the explosion, they were just a tangle of rib cages and shattered leg bones. It was as though the Crypt Keeper had put them into a blender and then thrown them into the trash. 

~~~

30 Pieces of Silver

By Carolyn McCray

This book has been around for awhile--there are over 1100 on Amazon! Still, I hadn't had time and wanted to read it myself. If you do not like having Christian beliefs "reconsidered" in the form of fiction, please don't read it. It has already been declared controversial, so...this is my only warning...

Most of the alternative (revisionist)  history story is interesting except for one character and that came at the end. It really was unbelievable, given the context of the story and characters. On the other hand, it was intriguing that the author didn't go even further--too blasphemous? or Just didn't know how to finish the novel? Finally, as written, the very beginning "differs" from the ending and I personally couldn't justify its being written as it was. What should have been written as obscure wasn't; therefore negating the major hypothesis... Consistent details matter to me...especially in an alternative history novel...

There were also several scenes that didn't come across as believable for the scientists; i.e., the handling of artifacts, yet, if you were choosing your life over your "greatest find" in your life, I guess we still all would choose life... LOL Then there were a couple of finds that I wished were proven to be true... Imagination at its best???

On the whole, however, I thought the novel was an excellent thriller that pulls readers in immediately with a snake scene and then the beginning of what would be considered a "treasure hunt" type of novel...

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"Suddenly the chief jumped in front of her, landing so close that his tattooed face was within an inch of hers. He bared a set of filed teeth. Rebecca tried to pull away, but had nowhere to go. 
"She turned her face to the side, but found the forked tongue of an anaconda. Its huge triangular head filled her vision. Genus: Eunectes. Species: murinus. 
"The chief waved the snake’s head wildly in the air as the other warriors supported its twenty-foot-long body. Already struggling to breathe, she writhed as they wrapped the smooth tail around her feet. She shivered at its cold touch. Painfully, slowly, they coiled the beast around her legs, then her waist, then her chest. Finally they let the snake encircle her neck, ending with the anaconda cheek to cheek with her.
"Its tongue flickered along her bloody temple, trying to get a taste of what was to come. Flailing, Rebecca fought panic as the monstrous reptile followed its evolutionary instincts. "Coils tightened, constricting her chest, squeezing her breath down to a desperate wheeze— then even that died. How Rebecca wished she didn’t know that an anaconda had enough muscular strength to break a jaguar’s rib cage within five minutes. 
"Rebecca’s only comfort was that the end must be near.

“Enough!” Lochum yelled at Monroe, then turned

 to Brandt. The professor looked ready to

 blow a capillary. “Did you even notice this?”

 The professor pointed to a small silver coin next

 to the skeleton’s skull. Glancing to the other

 tables, Brandt realized that each body had one. 

Monroe looked skeptical.

 “There could be a thousand reasons why there

 might be currency left with—” Lochum pulled

 a small coin from his pocket and laid it

 side by side. 

“Damn you, woman!

 This is from the same minting as our coin!” 

"Brandt was more intrigued by Monroe’s reaction

 than Lochum’s outburst. Rather than move

 forward to inspect the silver, she took a halting

 step back. Much as she had done on the tarmac. 

“Look at the stamping, Becca. 

They all have Herod’s insignia.”

~~~

The Eiffel Tower has been bombed and a small group of special forces were sent to Ecuador to bring back Rebecca Monroe. All that she was told when they demanded to take her was one word--the name of a former professor with whom she had once been student, assistant...and lover...

Of course, getting her free from the Anaconda that was wound around her body when they found her took all of the men. The natives had run away after the chief was down. But then, the natives were back, realizing that live ammunition had not been used. Brandt and his men sure weren't prepared for Rebecca to criticize their actions--it seemed she was willingly going through a "trial" in order to negotiate...

Once they had gone, though, there were no negotiations, all of the tribe were killed...The Knot had hoped to be there first to find Monroe...

Once the group join Professor Lochum, the time periods in the novel move from a beginning in 14 AD to the present time. At the time Christ was a child, Judas was a friend and essentially stayed near him leading up to the period when Christ went into the Desert...at which time, it was Judas that was requested to come meet Jesus when he returned...

One of the points I found interesting was that it was said that Jesus and Judas looked alike. There are many pictures available, so this may have been a possibility???

James had come also, and one other waited, a young nephew of Judas who presents a unique addition to the traditional story...

When the Eiffel Tower was bombed, Professor Lochum had been the expert called to work and study the remains. He had immediately sent for Professor Monroe to assist, quickly putting his present assistant aside as he tried to rekindle the former mentor-student role. But Rebecca wasn't having any of that and proved to be a strong member of the final team and in many ways, more knowledgeable especially, with the support of her computer which she carried for most of the trek...

“Look! Look! Look!” Ameil’s high-pitched cry turned both men toward the desert. “He comes!”
"In the distance, a slim figure stumbled in their direction. Without a word, both men hurried into the desert as Jesus fell to his knees, then onto his side. When they reached him, Judas could feel his friend’s very bones, and his skin was like a reed after a drought. Yet somehow, Jesus had survived. If it was not a miracle of God’s grace, then it was a testament to his friend’s faith.
“Help me,” James said as he took one shoulder. Judas took the other, and they carried Jesus back to the blankets. They laid his frail frame onto the wool. James grabbed the waterskin and placed it against his brother’s lips as Jesus tried to speak. “Drink, Brother. Just drink.”
"After a few gulps, Jesus raised a weak arm and pushed the water aside. “James, I did not wish you here.”
"Judas’s breath caught in his throat as James’s face displayed every ounce of hurt Judas imagined. James went to rise, but Jesus caught his sleeve. “I did not want you so troubled.” For all the pain that was in James’s face, brotherly love replaced it.
 “You are no trouble, Jesus. Not ever.” Jesus’s parched and cracked lips parted in a smile, accompanied by a wheezing laugh.
“That is not what you shouted in your eleventh year when you were forced to fix our cart’s axle by yourself.”
Judas sat back on his heels to give Jesus more room as James smoothed a damp rag over his brother’s forehead. “But that is what I meant, dear brother. That is what I meant.”
~~~

It was the poignant scene when He returned from the Temptation, between James and Jesus which, for me, assuredly negated the ending as presented--that is, the ending just didn't match other parts of the book...

Professor Lochum's entire career had been researching, tracing, and trying to find the burial of Jesus, thus

proving that Jesus had actually died on the cross. The "treasure hunt" which had started in France was, first, the finding of John the Baptist's body and then other important followers of Jesus. Each of the skeletons had tiny writings and each was sealed with one of the pieces of silver, enough for them to figure out the next location to look.. 

While I enjoyed the hunt scenes of finding each site, they were then only to be cornered by those from The Knot, a group who also sought these treasures but to keep them safe and secure for all time... And they would kill any and all to make that happen...

But as each scene occurred, it somehow resulted in the bones being lost by Lochum's group, some of which were never found again. It was hard to consider the burial sites, and then the bones of these men, being destroyed, desecrated...

"This turned both men’s attention to the sergeant.
“Seriously, do you think the US government would send in a black ops team to assist an archaeologist the world assumes to be dead to find a set of bones under a mosque in the only Muslim country that serves as our ally, and then make it public?” Brandt held out his hand for Walker’s tiny gun. “Get real. Whatever we find will be shipped directly to the Pentagon, and then somebody way over my pay grade will figure it out from there.”
"Walker tried to shake his head, but his hand shook more as Brandt finished. “And my corporal can take out your shoulder, so how about you hand that gun over and step away from the door?”
"Rebecca tensed, but it seemed to be Svengurd, cocking his gun quite loudly, that swayed the older man. Like a child caught in the cookie jar, Walker held out the gun. Faster than the eye could see, Brandt snatched the weapon and jerked the archaeologist away from the doorway. Rebecca gasped.
"Behind Walker stood a towering silver door whose beauty could not be articulated. In the center of the burnished metal were three finely etched symbols. The first represented the Star of David. The next detailed an elaborate cross, while the third was the crescent moon and star of Islam. Rebecca’s mind harkened back to a passage from John’s bones that involved the Trinity. Only now she realized the passage wasn’t talking about the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, but the three religions. Lochum must have realized the same thing as his fingers traced the symbols.
“He’s here,” the professor said with such reverence it almost broke her heart. But as he tried to find a latch or lock, Walker laughed. “That’s the quandary, my man. There’s no way in.”
~~~

It was interesting that the last site was under a Mosque. Indeed, they found that there were symbols of the "Trinity" of the major religions marking the grave...that He was God of all???

The closing was not acceptable not only personally but based upon earlier parts of the book--in my opinion, it did not fit the earlier characterizations for those involved. Nevertheless, what this ending did not do was eliminate the Resurrection...of Jesus...

I enjoyed the book outside of the ending and few spots mentioned. A final edit for details may have caught some of these issues, or not... Maybe the author purposely made it easy to contradict...LOL...

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Carolyn McCray has had a long and extremely interesting road to become a bestseller.

When she head to veterinary school those many years ago she had no idea decades later she would be writing controversial historical thrillers, gut wrenching mysteries and roller coaster-style action/adventure tales!

Born in San Francisco and raised in the beautiful Napa Valley, Carolyn always had an overactive imagination. As a child you could usually find her dragging the neighborhood children out to the haunted barn to make her Nancy Drew-style audio tapes. Oh and did she mention, there was an entire life-sized recreation of the nativity scene in the rafters? Yeah, that wasn't just a little creepy.

Which of course was great practice for writing such blockbusters as Plain Jane: A Patterson-style thriller with a dash of Hannibal and 30 Pieces of Silver: An Extremely Controversial Historical Thriller.

Carolyn is honored to have a seven book contract with Amazon's mystery and thriller imprint, Thomas & Mercer along with being one of the eight books during the inaugural launch of Amazon's new Serial program (9th Circle).

With over 250,000 books sold, Carolyn now lives on a beautiful lake in the Pacific Northwest where the fog rolls in over the water, snuffing out all signs of life around her. Yep, she still loves the creepy!