I can see why Ann Mah was drawn to Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis. They share the same elegance, intelligence, love of France, work as editors in New York, and an appreciation of the written word.
It is daunting to write about an icon. Readers can see the research and love poured into Jacqueline in Paris. It takes place during Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis’s junior year abroad, a time that she later described as “the high point in my life, my happiest and most carefree year.”
Ann writes in first person, so we share Jacqueline’s thoughts and feelings throughout. The portrait is full of empathy for a young student torn between duty to her parents and her artistic instincts. Jacqueline learns about Europe through her experiences, instead of from what she reads in newspapers. The novel is a love letter to Paris. Ann Mah brilliantly depicts France’s long road of recovery after the war. There are many gorgeous lines in the book.
From page 158, “…there was an idea that wouldn’t let go, a word Ghislaine had used during our conversation: s’engager. In my mind, I had translated it as to engage, but now I remembered that it meant something else: to commit.
“On veut s’engager, Ghislaine had said about French women – we want to commit. She meant women like her own mother – who hadn’t been able to join the army or vote, but who had seen their country so damaged, they’d found their own way to resist. The war had altered Madame’s life in terrible ways, but it had left her with a commitment to her fellow female resistants that I deeply admired. I couldn’t think of a weekday that Madame hadn’t volunteered at the ADIR, the advocacy group for women who had been deported and imprisoned during the war. It was the type of devotion not often seen in the drawing rooms of Mummy and her friends.
“I wasn’t certain about any of the isms I’d seen floating around Paris – communism, socialism, conservatism, feminism – all of them blinking with their own particular signal… I felt something stirring within me, an indefinable hunger to do more. Paris was awakening me, giving me an energy I hadn’t felt before, challenging me to commit to something larger than myself.”
On page 220, Ann highlights a feeling that many of us have had when we are far from home, when we can forget our obligations and begin to dream. “I lay in Jack’s arms, listening to the snap and crackle of the fire and thinking about all the things that mattered so much back home and how they felt so inconsequential here in Paris. I imagined the life Jack and I could have together, and it sparkled with fun, and sophistication, and adventure. We would sunbathe on Mediterranean beaches, and visit ancient Silk Road outposts, and invite friends over to eat raclette on cold winter nights.”
Of course, there are difficult moments, too. On page 234, at a gathering of French friends, Jacqueline says, “I felt a dart of discomfort… {he} is telling a joke I don’t quite understand. The others guffaw, their big goofy grins captured forever with a click of the camera. Their laughter is a declaration of their familiarity, their particular humor, their relationships intertwined for generations. It reminds that I am different, that I’ll never truly be a part of their world, despite my fluency and Francophilia. I am right here with them, but I am not one of them.”
I’ll end a few lines from the Author’s Note: Most books about Jacqueline Kennedy Bouvier Onassis “gloss over her time in Paris, dismissing it as a brief, insignificant period in a life filled with great historic moments. But I believe that this year – the academic year of 1949 to 1950 – was when she was able to be her most genuine self. Far from the security and expectations of her family, before her tumultuous marriage, or motherhood, or the relentless glare of international fame, she was able to determine what she truly loved in life, and set out to achieve it. France would forever be her guiding compass… (the) French language and culture would remain her intellectual refuge.” If you haven’t yet read Jacqueline in Paris, I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.