10 September 2013

Today's Read: The Paris Architect by Charles Belfoure

The Paris Architect by Charles BelfoureWhat if you were asked to put your life in danger to help a group of people you had no love for? What if you were offered lots of money in return? How would your life be changed by becoming a savior to others? Architect Lucien Bernard cared little for the Jews in occupied France, but after he accepts a commission to design hidey-holes for people escaping the Nazis, he slowly begins to have compassion, even as he comes closer to danger.

As part of a special pre-publication blog tour, here are the opening pages of Charles Belfoure's The Paris Architect:

Just as Lucien Bernard rounded the corner at the rue la Bo├ętie, a man running from the opposite direction almost collided with him. He came so close that Lucien could smell his cologne as he raced by.

In the very second that Lucien realized he and the man wore the same scent, L’Eau d’Aunay, he heard a loud crack. He turned around. Just two meters away the man lay face down on the sidewalk, blood streaming from the back of his bald head as though someone had turned on a faucet inside his skull. The dark crimson fluid flowed quickly in a narrow rivulet down his neck, over his crisp white collar, and then onto his well-tailored navy blue suit, changing its color to a rich deep purple.

There had been plenty of killings in Paris in the two years since the beginning of the German occupation in 1940, but Lucien had never actually seen a dead body until this moment. He was oddly mesmerized, not by the dead body, but by the new color the blood had produced on his suit. In an art class at school, he had to paint boring color wheel exercises. Here before him was bizarre proof that blue and red indeed made purple.

“Stay where you are!”

A German officer holding a steel-blue Lugar ran up alongside him, followed by two tall soldiers with submachine guns, which they immediately trained on Lucien.

“Don’t move, you bastard, or you’ll be sleeping next to your friend,” said the officer.

Lucien couldn’t have moved if he’d wanted to; he was frozen with fear.

The officer walked over to the body, then turned and strolled up to Lucien as if he were going to ask him for a light. About thirty years old, the man had a fine aquiline nose and very dark, un-Aryan brown eyes, which now stared deeply into Lucien’s gray-blue ones. Lucien was unnerved. Shortly after the Germans took over, several pamphlets had been written by Frenchmen on how to deal with the occupiers.

Maintain dignity and distance, do not talk to them, and above all, avoid eye contact. In the animal world, direct eye contact was a challenge and a form of aggression. But Lucien couldn’t avoid breaking this rule with the German’s eyes just ten centimeters from his.

“He’s not my friend,” Lucien said in a quiet voice.

The German’s face broke out into a wide grin.

“This kike is nobody’s friend anymore,” said the officer, whose uniform indicated he was a major in the Waffen-SS. The two soldiers laughed.

Though Lucien was so scared that he thought he had pissed himself, he knew he had to act quickly or he could be lying dead on the ground next. Lucien managed a shallow breath to brace himself and to think. One of the oddest aspects of the Occupation was how incredibly pleasant and polite the Germans were when dealing with their defeated French subjects. They even gave up their seats on the Metro to the elderly.

Lucien tried the same tack.

“Is that your bullet lodged in the gentleman’s skull?” he asked.

“Yes, it is. Just one shot,” the major said. “But it’s really not all that impressive. Jews aren’t very athletic. They run so damn slow it’s never much of a challenge.”

The major began to go through the man’s pockets, pulling out papers and a handsome alligator wallet, which he placed in the side pocket of his green and black tunic. He grinned up at Lucien.

“But thank you so much for admiring my marksmanship.”

A wave of relief swept over Lucien—this wasn’t his day to die.

“You’re most welcome, Major.”

The officer stood. “You may be on your way, but I suggest you visit a men’s room first,” he said in a solicitous voice. He gestured with his gray gloved hand at the right shoulder of Lucien’s gray suit.
“I’m afraid I splattered you. This filth is all over the back of your suit, which I greatly admire, by the way. Who is your tailor?”

Craning his neck to the right, Lucien could see specks of red on his shoulder. The officer produced a pen and a small brown notebook.

“Monsieur. Your tailor?”

“Millet. On the rue de Mogador.” Lucien had always heard that Germans were meticulous record keepers.

The German carefully wrote this down and pocketed his notebook in his trouser pocket.

“Thank you so much. No one in the world can surpass the artistry of French tailors, not even the British. You know, the French have us beat in all the arts, I’m afraid. Even we Germans concede that Gallic culture is vastly superior to Teutonic—in everything except fighting wars, that is.” The German laughed at his observation, as did the two soldiers.

Lucien followed suit and also laughed heartily.

After the laughter subsided, the major gave Lucien a curt salute. “I won’t keep you any longer, monsieur.”

Lucien nodded and walked away. When safely out of earshot, he muttered, “German shit,” under his breath and continued on at an almost leisurely pace. Running through the streets of Paris had become a death wish—as the poor devil lying face down in the street had found out. Seeing a man murdered had frightened him, he realized, but he really wasn’t upset that the man was dead. All that mattered was that he wasn’t dead. It bothered him that he had so little compassion for his fellow man.

But no wonder—he’d been brought up in a family where compassion didn’t exist.

His father, a university-trained geologist of some distinction, had had the same dog-eat-dog view of life as the most ignorant peasant. When it came to the misfortune of others, his philosophy had been tough shit, better him than me. The late Professor Jean-Baptiste Bernard hadn’t seemed to realize that human beings, including his wife and children, had feelings. His love and affection had been heaped upon inanimate objects—the rocks and minerals of France and her colonies—and he demanded that his two sons love them as well. Before most children could read, Lucien and his older brother, Mathieu, had been taught the names of every sedimentary, igneous, and metamorphic rock in every one of France’s nine geological provinces.

His father tested them at suppertime, setting rocks on the table for them to name. He was merciless if they made even one mistake, like the time Lucien couldn’t identify bertrandite, a member of the silicate family, and his father had ordered him to put the rock in his mouth so he would never forget it. To this day, he remembered bertrandite’s bitter taste.

He had hated his father, but now he wondered if he was more like his father than he wanted to admit. [To be continued tomorrow at Erica Robuck's Muse.]
The Paris Architect by Charles Belfoure (Sourcebooks / Landmark, 2013, pp. 1-4)

Quick Facts
  • Setting: 1942, German-occupied Paris
  • Circumstances: Lucien Bernard is asked by a wealthy client to build hiding places for escaping Jews
  • Characters: Lucien, the architect; Manet, the wealthy client, Lucien's wife and mistresses, various Jews, the Gestapos
  • Genre: historical fiction
  • Book club themes: greed; ethics; marriage and fidelity; turning points in one's life; humanity; compassion; costs of obeying an oppressor; costs of rebelling
  • Miscellaneous: based on the idea of priest holes, common in Elizabethan England; the author is an architect and made sure all the hidey-holes he wrote about would actually work; excellent period details of life in wartime Paris and the horrors of the Nazi occupation
  • Pre-publication praise: October Indie Next Pick; Library Journal starred review; National Reading Group Month Selection
To follow the rest of tour and to finish reading the pre-publication preview, visit Erica Robuck's Muse tomorrow, Devourer of Books on Thursday, and Linus's Blanket on Friday.

ISBN-13: 9781402284311
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(Diane) Bibliophile By the Sea 9/10/13, 6:37 AM  

Oh wow, I hadn't heard of this one, but I would keep on reading. It sounds good.

bermudaonion 9/10/13, 7:59 AM  

That sounds fantastic and I love the cover!

Daryl 9/10/13, 8:29 AM  

sounds really interesting .. adding it to the list ... thanks!

rhapsodyinbooks 9/10/13, 8:34 AM  

Sounds good - a bit like the Schindler's List situation maybe?

grammajudyb 9/10/13, 9:14 AM  

Yes Yes Yes I am adding to my list right now. Thanks for sharing. I saw it on another blog but did not investigate. I'll await your further review.

Beth Hoffman 9/10/13, 9:54 AM  

Oh my goodness ... this sounds wonderful.

Happy Tuesday!

Unknown 9/10/13, 10:30 AM  

I must read this. Here is mine: http://reviewbooksandmore.com/2013/09/10/teaser-tuesday-meme-91013-a-twofer/

Alice Audrey 9/10/13, 10:48 AM  

Interesting premiss. Lots of room for characters development.

Barbara 9/10/13, 10:58 AM  

I shouldn't have read this. Now I'm anxious to read the rest of the book. Very interested in the period and in German occupation of France. Thank you, even though you've got me so involved with a book I don't have.

Nise' 9/10/13, 11:04 AM  

I would keep reading. Sounds like my kind of book.

Laurel-Rain Snow 9/10/13, 11:12 AM  

Okay, I'm in...love the tense exchange between the narrator and the Major.


Heather 9/10/13, 11:19 AM  

This one sounds good, Beth -- will have to add it to my list. My teaser: The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Margot 9/10/13, 1:20 PM  

I'd like to keep reading this one. I like the idea of the story as well as the setting.

Literary Feline 9/10/13, 1:37 PM  

This book sounds right up my alley. I definitely would keep reading.

kayerj 9/10/13, 1:52 PM  

This one sounds good. I'd keep reading. I hope you enjoy your book. Kelley at the road goes ever ever on

JoAnn 9/10/13, 2:06 PM  

This sounds like a good one!!

Anonymous,  9/10/13, 3:40 PM  

I'll have to keep this one in mind.


Unknown 9/10/13, 4:51 PM  

I received an invite to read this as well and I can't pass this one up. Looks so intriguing. Now I KNOW I have to read it. :)

Kelly 9/10/13, 6:44 PM  

Wow, this sounds like a great book. Adding it to my wishlist asap!

Shannon @ River City Reading 9/10/13, 9:50 PM  

I'm about a quarter of the way through this one right now and I'm loving it!

Yvonne @ Fiction Books Reviews 9/11/13, 12:35 AM  

Hi Beth,

I don't read an awful lot of war-time stories, but this one does sound intriguing and I quite like the style of writing ... enough to make me want to read on I think ... and I think that the cover is a great match for the storyline.

Thanks for sharing,


Mystica 9/11/13, 8:27 AM  

Just up my street! would continue.

Unknown 9/11/13, 12:00 PM  

I hadn't heard of this book...wow so want to read it now. Thanks for the teaser!

Unknown 9/25/13, 4:01 PM  

The premise is fascinating. I also love the author's writing...I'm already caught up in the book and so glad I can read a little bit more of it right away!

Thank you for posting this excerpt.

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