This is a bi-annual week celebrating books first published in a particular year, and I’ve only been organized enough to participate once before but I have read lots of interesting posts over the past couple of years or more.īonjour Tristesse is a book (first published in French in 1954) that I have definitely read before, I think as a teenager, but could remember nothing of it, except that I liked it back then, and also maybe liked, even admired, the glamorous but rather diabolical 17-year-old protagonist, Cécile. 25.I’ve been reading a couple of French books for the #1954club week, hosted by Simon at Stuck in a Book and Karen at Kaggsy’s Bookish Ramblings. 9780241951569 Bonjour Tristesse 25.0000 NZD InStock /shop/books/fiction /shop/books /shop/books/fiction/contemporary Teenager terrible Cecile explores her sexual freedom one hot summer on the French Rivieraīonjour Tristesse scandalized 1950s France with its portrayal of teenager terrible Cecile, a heroine who rejects conventional notions of love, marriage and responsibility to choose her own sexual freedom. But then, one long, hot summer Raymond decides to marry, and Cecile and her lover Cyril feel compelled to take a hand in his amours, with tragic consequences.īonjour Tristesse scandalized 1950s France with its portrayal of teenager terrible Cecile, a heroine who rejects conventional notions of love, marriage and responsibility to choose her own sexual freedom. Charming, decadent and irresponsible, the golden-skinned duo are dedicated to a life of free love, fast cars and hedonistic pleasures. And none are more beautiful than Cecile, a precocious seventeen-year-old, and her father Raymond, a vivacious libertine. The French Riviera- home to the Beautiful People.

Teenager terrible Cecile explores her sexual freedom one hot summer on the French Riviera And none are more beautiful than Cecile, a precocious sevente. I was not at the age when fidelity is attractive. This conception of rapid, violent and passing love affairs appealed to my imagination.

'Late into the night we talked of love, of its complications.

Bonjour tristesse by Françoise Sagan