The Paris Writers' Salon Live No. 2

Good sir

John Baxter

and I sat down for another chat a few minutes ago. This time we chatted about our respective backgrounds writing fiction over a glass of Irish whiskey. Free subscribers can enjoy the first few minutes / paying subscribers can access the entire discussion.

Paris was on fire today with the half-marathon and fashion week. The springtime energy has popped like a bottle of champagne, from which, rest assured, I have already imbibed a few springtime sips.

Here’s to a lazy Sunday.

Samuél

PS

Sorry for those of you who thought we’d be live at 12pm EST. It turns out the clocks changed last night for folks living across the Atlantic Ocean, which in itself sounds like something from a fiction novel. In our discussion, John and I discuss escapism and writing and the use of drugs in achieving at least one of the two. Jean Cocteau once wrote about the effect that opium has on time (I wrote a song about it, paying subscribers can listen below), which seems fitting since we forgot about the timing:

“Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium [or enjoy a literary chat with an old friend over a glass of whiskey] is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.” Jean Cocteau