Paris Without Her

A Memoir

De: Gregory Curtis

Narrado por: Gregory Curtis

In this moving, tender memoir of losing a beloved spouse, the longtime editor of Texas Monthly, newly widowed, returns alone to a city whose enchantment he's only ever shared with his wife, in search of solace, memories, and the courage to find a way forward.

At the age of sixty-six, after thirty-five years of marriage, Gregory Curtis finds himself a widower. Tracy--with whom he fell in love the first time he saw her--has succumbed to a long battle with cancer. Paralyzed by grief, agonized by social interaction, Curtis turns to watching magic lessons on DVD--"a pathetic, almost comical substitute" for his evenings with Tracy.

To break the spell, he returns to the place he had the "best and happiest times" of his life. As he navigates the storied city and contemplates his new future, Curtis relives his days in Paris with Tracy, piecing together the portrait of a woman, a marriage, parenthood, and his life's great love through the memories of six unforgettable trips to the City of Lights.

Alone in Paris, Curtis becomes a tireless wanderer, exploring the city's grand boulevards and forgotten corners as he confronts the bewildering emotional state that ensues after losing a life partner. Paris Without Her is a work of tremendous courage and insight--an ode to the lovely woman who was his wife, to a magnificent city, and to the self we might invent, and reinvent, there.

Reseñas de la Crítica

“When Curtis brings his private mourning rites and memories to Paris to mix them with newfound commitments and hopes, it’s a matter of life and death . . . His extremely long walks have an element of magical thinking, as if pounding this pavement as centuries of poetic flâneurs did before him might break down the iron doors of isolating grief and let in a new future . . . And he does discover and collect his own out-of-the-way marvels and curiosities, described in entrancing prose for readers who by then may be cheering on this lonesome, wounded, somewhat awkward knight of love and grief.” —Francisco Goldman, The New York Times Book Review

“Affecting, heartfelt . . . Curtis spotlights the pair’s tremendous meals, semi-comic traffic mixups and a memorable stag hunt . . . He shows their bonds deepening as the years of their marriage accrued, along with their beloved visits abroad.” —Sharyn Vane, Austin American-Statesman

“A tender and clear-eyed recollection of their best and worst times . . . Curtis returns to the city that he and Tracy loved together and learns to embrace its bounteous life on his own.” —Joyce Sáenz Harris, The Dallas Morning News

“An aching memoir of life as a widower . . . Though readers will feel Curtis’ pain, they will also share his joy—and perhaps relief—at being in a place both beautiful and anonymous. ‘Paris was not at all hostile, but Paris didn’t care whether I was there or not,’ he writes, finding comfort as a stranger in places both familiar and unknown. For those suffering from bereavement, a candid, moving book of commiseration and encouragement.” —Kirkus Reviews

“This captivating book will delight readers by sweeping them from locale to locale within the City of Light. Curtis's personal anecdotes and historic tidbits are written with a genuine tenderness and journalistic eye throughout . . . Although slated as a memoir, this touching work is just as much a love story and travel diary.” —Kelly Karst, Library Journal

Not much story. Sad.

This is not about Paris, but about a decade-long-suffering widower, admitting he is "helpless" in grief. He thought his wife was beautiful, talented, luminous, elegant, impeccable, gracious, charming and even heroic.. and that's just in the first chapter. Then there is a painful, miserable description of her cancer treatments which we just skipped through. The author narrates in a monotone, almost tearful sometimes. It is a sad story, but a weak one, in that she was perfect, died of cancer and he went back to Paris to remember the good times. That's it.
Losing a loved one is hard. It happens every day. And some stories are more compelling than others.
I like Stanley Tucci's version of loss, instead: be happy, find a new partner and love with gusto the rest of your life.