Klein is a New York fashionista with a great resume, a terrific boyfriend (on paper) and showstopping Tribeca triplex. She has trunk-fulls of fabulous footwear, but not the significant relationship she’d longed for—no, expected—to have by now. And there’s something else: she’s fou (that’s crazy) for France, for French men, for la vie Francaise. Fleeing her Big Shot boyfriend and bidding adieu to it all, Klein starts over in Paris.

 

From a tiny walk-up in the 7th that she had to lie (in broken Franglais) to get, Klein plunges into the mysterious world of Gallic Men: the casually sexy Renaud, a prototypical Frenchman with a flute of Moet and a Galoise always at the read; trying to keep everybody straight when she dates three men named Jean at the same time; and a completely wrong Monsieur Married Aristocrat, who wants Klein for his very well-kept mistress.

 

An American in Paris never had life so good—Café Flore, painting in a garret, afternoons in the Jardins Luxembourg—or so bad.  But Klein isn’t going to get over her passion for France and it’s men anytime soon.  PARIS HANGOVER is a funny, fresh novel about trying on a new life for size—and about cherching le homme in the process.

 

“This is a witty mousse, yet it also is unsparing without cruelty, ambitious not vicious, chic without the inevitable creak of a writer trying too hard.”—Jacquelyn Mitchard

 

 

Klein is a New York fashionista with a great resume, a terrific boyfriend (on paper) and showstopping Tribeca triplex. She has trunk-fulls of fabulous footwear, but not the significant relationship she’d longed for—no, expected—to have by now. And there’s something else: she’s fou (that’s crazy) for France, for French men, for la vie Francaise. Fleeing her Big Shot boyfriend and bidding adieu to it all, Klein starts over in Paris.

 

From a tiny walk-up in the 7th that she had to lie (in broken Franglais) to get, Klein plunges into the mysterious world of Gallic Men: the casually sexy Renaud, a prototypical Frenchman with a flute of Moet and a Galoise always at the read; trying to keep everybody straight when she dates three men named Jean at the same time; and a completely wrong Monsieur Married Aristocrat, who wants Klein for his very well-kept mistress.

 

An American in Paris never had life so good—Café Flore, painting in a garret, afternoons in the Jardins Luxembourg—or so bad.  But Klein isn’t going to get over her passion for France and it’s men anytime soon.  PARIS HANGOVER is a funny, fresh novel about trying on a new life for size—and about cherching le homme in the process.

 

“This is a witty mousse, yet it also is unsparing without cruelty, ambitious not vicious, chic without the inevitable creak of a writer trying too hard.”—Jacquelyn Mitchard

 

 

A glamorous fish-out-of-water first novel, Paris Hangover stars Klein, a just-escaped New Yorker with trunk-fulls of fabulous footwear but without the significant relationship she'd really expected and longed to have by now, in her mid-thirties. Fleeing a live-in lover and their sleek Tribeca triplex as well as a career in fashion, Klein stars over in Paris-in a tiny walk-up in the 6th that she had to lie (in broken Franglais) and write a bad check to get, only to discover that, among other things, Parisian apartments don't come with kitchens.

Living out of her ten piece of (Louis Vuitton, natch) luggage, Klein plunges into the mysterious world of French men and dating. She muddles her way through: the sexy Renaud, the prototypical Frenchman; dating three men named Jean simultaneously; and one completely wrong Monsieur Married Man, who wants Klein for his very well-kept mistress.

Set against a backdrop of knowing references to Paris and its unique manners and mores, Paris Hangover is ultimately a very satisfying modern romance as Klein falls-- possibly permanently--for the least likely man to catch her eye.

Kirsten Lobe is a former fashion designer for Calvin Klein and Oscar de la Renta who also designed home furnishings sold in stores such as Barney and Neiman-Marcus. In 2002, she traded a 2,000 square foot Tribeca loft for a 550 square foot garret in Paris’ St. Germain, where she still lives.