rack off edith

 

This is a photograph of the last time I touched this book (I put it in the Kensington street library, if you hurry it might still be there). I read about two-thirds of it and decided Edith Piaf was such an immensely irritating person that once the context of her origins (interwar Paris) was gone, she herself was not worth reading about. That Simone Berteaut is so incredibly besotted with her does not make it an easier read, in fact, it makes it a less comprehensible one. So rack off Edith. 

Now an Edith Bliss book... that's something I could really take on.