Francine prose essays

We have many memories of these early years with Bob, among them a long weekend with Francine du Plessix in the villa belonging to her parents at Saint-Maxime; there Bob plunged into the Mediterranean, swimming a surprisingly agile crawl with measured strokes, but moving way, way out, virtually beyond our sight, arms pumping away, a tiny white whale, disappearing for at least an hour, to the great concern of his friends on shore: we’d not until then seen him as an athletic type. During that same weekend, he gave us a very brief and rare glimpse of American naiveté when, after requesting a sleeping pill and being given a French opiate suppository, he started chewing it and, munching away, drinking water, complained that French pills were very difficult to swallow…

Francine prose essays

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