Is it possible to find nice things to say about France without the ensuing discussion rapidly evolving into a U!S!A! U!S!A! U!S!A! discussion of health-care systems and such?
Jules Verne, a citizen of France, published Journey to the Center of the Earth in 1864. H.G. Wells published The Time Machine in 1895.
Mary Shelley, of course, published Frankenstein in 1818 -- anonymously in England. The second edition, with her name on it, was published in -- France!
And I'll take odds that you and everybody else here knows all this already.
But right about one thing, when it comes to the blues or rock and roll, you don't want anything from France. Unless it is made by French citizens of African descent.
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Mary Shelley, of course, published Frankenstein in 1818 -- anonymously in England. The second edition, with her name on it, was published in -- France!
And I'll take odds that you and everybody else here knows all this already.
Love, C.
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Love, C.
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