The anecdotal material buried inside this 400-plus page book is fascinating, but the reader sometimes has to dig deep to find the nuggets -- such as the octagenerian African-American French Legion veteran who appears in the opening and closing chapters, only to vanish in between; the story of Mary Berg (American only in name) who miraculously is sent from Warsaw to an American internment camp (which isn't, incidentally, in Paris at all...) and Drue Leyton, who runs a Resistance and evasion network when not interned as an enemy alien.
The problem, I think, is that Glass has approached his subject in an almost encyclopedic way, cramming together the stories of anyone and everyone who was American and who happened to be in Paris between June 1940 and August 1944. The result is jarring, as we move from Sylvia Beach (a fascinating story of the experiences of a Left Bank bookseller and patron of such writers as Hemingway and Joyce) to unknown heroes, like the doctor at the American Hospital in Neuilly, who sacrifices himself to save Allied airmen and others as part of the Resistance. Some have fascinating stories, but simply don't fit well into the overall story, like Charles Bedaux, at whose home the Duke and Duchess of Windsor were married, and who appears to have had no interest in anything but doing business -- with whatever regime he happened to be tied to at the point in time. Technically an American -- and someone who died in American custody -- he's not really representative of the experience of Americans in Paris during this time.
The stories are often compelling, but a good book is more than just a series of stories tied together in chronological chapters; it has some kind of overarching theme or point to it. A book of a similar kind that I've re-read several times, How We Lived Then: A History of Everyday Life During the Second World War deftly combines themes and chronology for a fascinating tale of day-to-day experiences of British civilians in the war. In this case, Glass has no overarching theme: it's simply stories about these individuals and their very disparate experiences.
That is part of what made this a frustrating book for me to read. Moreover, in addition to a choppy narrative and the absence of an overall theme or focus, the writing is often dry and ponderous, along the lines of 'X went to Y, where she met A. They played tennis and golf, and had dinner. Then Y went to meet with Z..." The prose style began to feel almost like a metronome. I realized just how irritating this had become when I read a passage in which a Parisienne describes the sounds of the night under occupation, the military footsteps of five soldiers marching with precision; occasional bursts of gunfire, etc. and it conjured up such a vivid mental image that I shivered. Glass's own prose comes nowhere close to conjuring up that sense of time and place, alas.
Most irritating at all, there are a host of characters who simply vanish from the book altogether -- we don't find out what happens to them by war's end or after the war. The most egregious example of this is Pierre Laval, who was executed for treason by the French in 1945. True, he's not American, but his daughter was married to the son of two of the primary characters in the book, Comte Adlebert and Comtesse Clara de Chambrun (she American; he, American-born and a dual citizen; a descendant of Lafayette) and Laval himself appears frequently throughout the book. One would imagine that a dramatic ending to his life would be worthy of noting. Similarly, it's only thanks to another reviewer here that I learned what had happened to Drue Leyton!
There is a tremendous amount of research in this book, and many parts of it are very intriguing. But at the end of the day, what it succeeded in doing was whetting my appetite for some of the original source material on which Glass based his book, rather than inspiring admiration for the book itself. I've ordered some of them, and will start by reading about Sylvia Beach and her store, Shakespeare & Company.
I'm sure this will find a host of eager readers among those who are interested in World War II anecdotes -- and I don't think there is another summary book on this subject. Still, it doesn't come close to being what it could have been, and ends up feeling rambling and chit-chatty where it should have been focused and created a sense of dramatic tension. I've rated it 3.5 stars, rounded down. Only for those very interested in the era and without the time or patience to seek out some of the biographies or primary material about these individuals and their lives.