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Summary
Patti Miller was a mother of adult boys, when she arrived in Paris, where she intended to write for a year. She felt as though all her dreams had come true. In her words: ‘As if the light that comes after the sun has gone down, has spilled gold on everything’.
Patti grew up on Wiradjuri land in rural Australia, where she had a happy childhood and where her heart and soul still belonged. But she asked herself what she thought she would find in Paris that she couldn’t find at home. How could she feel a sense of belonging in this city made up of centuries of other peoples stories?
To find out, Miller jumps between the reality of her world, and the fantasty of chatting with French writers of the past, Montaigne, Rousseau, de Beauvior, and other memoirists. They travel with her through the streets of Paris, and have coffee with her, as she chats to them about their lives, discusses with them, the important things in life – family, love, suffering, desire, motherhood, truth telling, memory and how we discover who we are in the world, and our relationship to place and identity.
This is the story of Patti Miller’s year in Paris, in 2005, where she writes her memoir and discovers who she is in the world.
‘This great world of ours is the looking glass in which we must gaze to come to know ourselves from the right slant’ – Michel de Montaigne
My Thoughts
The format of Ransacking in Paris is a chapter for each month of the year that Patti Miller is in Paris, which to me really worked. I loved the way she wove her memories sentimentally into her thoughts today and into her conversations about the lives of the famous authors from the past.
“All those Mountain years, I wanted to live in Paris, it was my dream, but everyone has unfulfilled dreams. C’est la vie. I began to turn to memoir, more and more interested in exploring the self in writing, ‘the self’ as a physics and metaphysic as Montaigne put it. Why on earth couldn’t the self be a respectable subject for literature? It was a territory as complex, as vast, as any other, a moment-by-moment hallucination of sense impressions, emotions and thoughts, continuously creating the experience of a shady, chestnut tree, an itchy leg, a smiling face, a sense of belonging, of love, and grief and delight. isn’t an ungraspable sense of being, in fact, the only thing that connects each one of us” – Ransacking Paris, page 12
The paragraph above to me is beautiful descriptive writing and warms my heart. It makes me want to put everything aside and spend time writing my memoir.
This book is a very personal account of Patti Miller’s year in Paris, as she makes friends, and tries to live her life to way the locals do. The book goes very deeply into her thoughts and feelings, about stepping out of her life in Australia, and away from her family for a full year. Ransacking Paris evokes a very strong sense of identity and place.
Recommendation
‘Miller produces compelling prose…beautifully rendered and perceptively evoked” – Australian Book Review
I’ve read this book twice now and would recommend it highly.
My Rating ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️💫
About The Author
Patti Miller was raised on a farm in Central western NSW. She has written many books and in 2012 won the NSW Premier’s History Award. She has taught writing for over twenty years, including at the innovative Faber Academy in Sydney. Miller regularly takes groups to Paris to write for extended periods.
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When I saw the title I thought of the yellow vests 😉
I definitely associate chestnut trees with Paris.
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Loved the chestnut trees….and the chestnuts Anne
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