An American in Paris

Since my trip to Paris last year, I’ve had a mini-fantasy of picking up and moving to Paris to write and create and drink and taste and ponder and do all those things that Americans fantasize about doing in Paris.  It’s a city where people have been doing just that for centuries, so it’s the perfect place to fantasize about.

To feed my fantasy, I’ve been reading books like The Paris Wife about Hemingway and his first wife and their time in Paris.  I also really enjoyed the movie Midnight in Paris that brought to life the 1920s art scene (and, ironically, features a main character who recognizes his folly in romanticizing Paris and its past).  I have since moved to reading works by authors writing at that time, like Earnest Hemingway and Gertrude Stein.

I am reading Stein’s Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas and Tender Buttons.  Often, her style is so random that I just let go and read and see where it takes me, what it makes me feel.  But having read some of her work, I really enjoyed the creatvity of this rejection letter sent by her publisher (posted at Letters of Note).

It’s nice to remember that even now-famous writers got rejection letters. It reminds me that what Sir Ken Robinson says is true, “If you’re not prepared to be wrong, you will never come up with anything original.”  I hope we all are prepared to try and fail and be wrong and continue anyway; only then can we create something worth creating.

 

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