![]() ![]() Patrick deWitt has great fun with this premise. Soon, she’s sailing across the Atlantic with Malcolm, her 32-year-old kleptomaniacal “lugubrious toddler” of a son, and Small Frank, an elderly cat she is convinced houses the spirit of her late husband. ![]() When an old friend offers her the use of a Paris apartment, Frances reluctantly accepts. Sell everything that isn’t nailed down, he tells her, and begin again. Her financial adviser tells her that the money she inherited has run out. But enforced austerity is about to begin. The tabloid scandal caused by her indifference hasn’t stopped her from living an extravagant Manhattan lifestyle since her husband’s death 20 years ago. ![]() She has nice qualities, too-she gives money to charities and the homeless-but she’s also likely to leave for a ski holiday in Vail rather than contact the authorities when she discovers that her husband, a ruthless litigator, has died of cardiac arrest. ![]() If you’re a waiter, and the “moneyed, striking woman of sixty-five” who is the protagonist of French Exit enters your restaurant, make sure you’re polite to her, or she just might take out her perfume, spritz the centerpiece and set it on fire. Whatever you do, don’t mess with Frances Price. ![]()
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