I was hooked immediately to this book after reading the first hilarious paragraph. The narrator had over-confidently entered the Ernest Hemingway look-alike contest held annually in Key West but he was the only person who thought he actually looked like Hemingway. Because he had a beard and was fat, and the fact that he was a writer I suppose, gave him reason to believe he qualified. Problem was nobody else did. The judges ruled him ineligible to participate as they determined him as bearing absolutely no resemblance to Hemingway at all.
Short synopsis of the book is the narrator attending some conference and giving a three day lecture about how he became a writer, how he began his writing career while living in a Paris garret he rented from Marguerite Duras in the early seventies, how he hung out with other eccentrics, writers, and artists, continually dropping the names and anecdotes involving personalities such as Samuel Beckett, Georges Perec, Roland Barthes, and more often than not, his beloved hero of the page as well as life itself, Ernest Hemingway. It was in Paris where the narrator completes his first novel that actually initiates the true beginning of his writing life.
Enrique Vila-Matas came to me via Roberto Bolaño's book
Between Parenthesis where Bolaño championed the work of Vila-Matas. I immediately ordered the Vila-Matas
Bartleby & Company novel that was nothing less than charming and gave me options aplenty for new and interesting Spanish-speaking writers to discover as well as an education regarding the preference of certain writers to decide not to do anything rather than write or publish their work. But this review is about
Never Any End to Paris and as the story unfolds Vila-Matas draws you into his world. The experience feels natural and by fits quite delightful. Not as good in my opinion to
Bartleby & Company,
Never Any End to Paris is certainly worth the time, and money well spent.