
Paul A Novel
Reviews

Paul (the book) started off promising, but when Paul (the character) began to reveal his true self, there was little holding me to the story. I felt as suffocated as Frances, finding nothing appealing or redeeming about what I was reading. I suppose it was an interesting character and relationship study, but in the end I just went “all of that for what?”

Often compared to Sally Rooney, this novel follows a young women, traveling and lost. Frances describes herself as, “formless except for the shape I can make by curling around others.” She leaves her studies in Paris and goes to the French countryside at the recommendation of A.B., her professor and the man who recently cut off their affair.
She plans to travel and work on farms to pay for her food and lodging. The first farm she plans to stay with is Paul (heavy “and all she found was Earl” energy here).
Describing himself, Paul tells Frances, “at the heart of it, I would say I am a discoverer.” And he is, if you define “discoverer” by the actions of those who have previously claimed the title- Columbus, de Soto, etc. Paul takes the words of others and makes them into what he wants them to mean. He’s cruel and hypocritical. His farm is a failure or a fraud. His ego is enormous and his talents are few. His time abroad was spent taking mediocre photos of the people and capitalizing off them. When Frances sees his work, she asks, “whose permission had he asked to take her photo?”
Still, Frances is drawn into Paul’s orbit. What she sees in him, we can’t exactly know. The narrator is objective, so see Paul as he is: rancid. But repeatedly, Frances describes feeling secure around him, or around any self-assured older man that shows her attention, even when she dislikes them. She has floated, after all, straight from A.B. to Paul. She hears both of their voices in her head interchangeably, abdicating any need to form her own opinions.
Dread builds throughout the book every time Frances bites her tongue. Frances will find herself, and she’ll be absorbed into Paul’s stench. The pull of this book is not discovering this fact, but watching Frances discover it and decide if she cares.
Really clever allusions to art, history, and religion. Vivid descriptions, both of beautiful pastoral France and the creeping rot of all that is Paul.