We'll Always Have Paris

Last year I set out to review Houellebecq's novel "Serotonin" but lost interest and just wrote about myself instead

In 2014, the year of which Time magazine wrote "may have been the best year for women since the dawn of time," I visited Paris. There I saw Beatrice, my now-ex, then-sort-of-ex girlfriend, a Peruvian-and-maybe-also-Japanese girl with whom I had a tumultuous relationship since high school. We were both studying abroad. We also despised each other. She wa…