Winner of the 2004 Prix de Floreaone of France's most distinguished literary prizesaa wildly romantic, true-life love story aHistory follows a trail of sputtering desire, often calling upon the delusions of lovers to generate the sparks. If it werenat for us, the world would suffer from a dismal lack of stories, q writes Bruce Benderson in this brutally candid memoir. aWhat astonishes and intrigues is Bendersonas way of recounting, in the sweetest possible voice, things that are considered shocking, a wrote Le Monde. Whatas so shocking? Itas not just Bendersonas job translating CAcline Dionas saccharine autobiography, which he admits is driving him mad; but his unrequited love for an impoverished Romanian in acheap club-kid platforms with dollar signs in his squinting eyes, a whom he meets while on a journalism assignment in Eastern Europe. Rather than retreat, Benderson absorbs everything he can about Romanian culture and discovers an uncanny similarity between his own obsession for the Romanian (named Romulus) and the disastrous love affair of King Carol II, the last king of Romania (1893-1953). Throughout, Bendersonaaabsolutely free of bitterness, nastiness, or any desire to protect himself, a wrote Le Mondeais sustained by little white codeine pills, a poetic self-awareness, a sense of humor, and an unwavering belief in the perfect romance, even as wild dogs chase him down Romanian streets.The money was good, but she detested it and got tired of serving those amidgetsa steamed towels and bowing to them. ... The $40, 000 she brought back is quite a lot of money to have in Romania. ... aShe say you look like politician, a he says.
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