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Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French QUOTES

Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French QUOTES

1 " I realize now, the life 
of an étranger is much like being the only child of older parents who hold tons of cocktail parties. You’re embarrassed for being there and it’s obvious you stand out. You’re treated (often) like a child. You don’t know the formal codes and you’re learning on the fly. Since you assume people are feigning interest in you, you pick up tics and quick-witted dodges to make yourself more endearing or to better hide your deficiencies. And in the end, you go to your room exhausted, not really sure if you had a good time, not really sure why you were there in the first place, but content nonetheless. "

― John von Sothen , Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French

2 " And soon a cold realization hit me: The time for giving up hope and 
letting go was now. It would be my parting gift to her. And as I cried 
into Mom’s ear and held her hand, and told her it was okay to let go, that I’d be fine, I felt her chest rise one last time. There was no long 
continuous beep like you see in the movies. Just a deafening silence 
and my echo of good-bye skipping down the side of her ear like a coin 
down a deep well. "

― John von Sothen , Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French

3 " The reason fluency isn’t a given is that life isn’t fair. The classroom can only take you so far. There’s preseason and regular season, and players of all sports will tell you, the speed’s just not the same. "

― John von Sothen , Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French

4 " Once during a case of stomach flu, I needed to tell the 
doctor I’d been vomiting, but instead of shifting into the imperfect, I 
used the present je vomis (I’m vomiting), then stood up from his desk and mimicked a fake retch. The doctor in question pushed back from 
his seat thinking it was the real thing, only for me to fake retch again 
then say “dans le passé” (in the past), moving my arm as way to signal 
time past. He quickly wrote me a prescription and handed it to me at 
arm’s length. 
 "

― John von Sothen , Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French

5 " Mom’s approach to cuisine came from her art school days, inspiration hitting her on the spot. The ingredients she chose were paints you’d throw at a canvas, each chosen for its color and texture rather than its taste. If your fava beans didn’t click with the polenta? All you had to do was toss in a kilo of shrimp and the pink would bring out the dull off-white. "

― John von Sothen , Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French

6 " Anaïs had one of those bobs with concave bangs French women seem 
to master, which make them look like adorable sixties KGB agents. 
 "

― John von Sothen , Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French

7 " No matter how well I could pronounce words or expressions, there was no terroir in my vocabulary. Words all meant the same to me—almost like those black and white letter magnets you stick to a refrigerator. Table, 
Chaise, Connard, Pute, Vélo, Merde were all interchangeable and non-denominational, standing next to each other in my brain like a bad 
haiku. 
 "

― John von Sothen , Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French

8 " We’d found our social groove, and the more these dinners 
clicked, the more I felt like a dinner-jacketed Cole Porter, a gadfly of the Parisian bourgeoisie, a cosmopolitan homme de lettres.

I also like getting hammered. 
 "

― John von Sothen , Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French

9 " When I scanned the room, I saw five or six swaddled newborns and one miniature 1920s actress. Bibi had round eyes the size of saucers, chalky white skin, and dainty fingers that seemed already capable of needlepoint. "

― John von Sothen , Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French

10 " True democracy, the French were teaching me, involves swallowing loads of shit to arrive at a consensual second choice we can now all critique. "

― John von Sothen , Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French

11 " There were porcelain ashtrays by the dozens. Crystal decanters. The fireplace had three sets of pokers. There were iron doorstops by every door. It was as if every object was standing in line, patiently waiting its turn to be used. "

― John von Sothen , Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French