Word: jaye
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...foreign, and nowhere is the hay more beckoning than in France. This is the lighter-than-air burden of a carbonated first novel that will set male readers to thinking sheepishly of plain wrappers-if only because its dust jacket bears the subtitle, The Vie Amoureuse of Sally Jay in Paris...
Change of Bed. Twenty-one years old and squirrelishly pretty, Sally Jay Gorce arrives in Paris determined to burst into bloom. She settles among the Left Bank's blissfully bug-bitten expatriates, embraces the two tenets of their haute couture: 1) hardly anyone washes, and 2) the girls change their beds oftener than their dresses. In no time at all, Sally Jay is blooming like a geranium...
...point, Sally Jay is told off by a buddy: "Take it easy, Zelda. Scotty's been dead for years." Scotty has, and Author Dundy is no reincarnation of the razzle-dazzled Fitzgerald. But her portrait of the Left Bank expatriates, who raise a decorous kind of hell and live in fear of losing their Fulbrights, is caustically funny. One mustached featherwit, who has been bumming around renting himself to novelists as a readymade literary character, fumes because Somerset Maugham wouldn't see him. "But Somerset Maugham doesn't write novels any more," Sally Jay objects. "That...
Hidden Step. For all her declination toward the horizontal, Sally Jay is not all bed. In her ruefully recounted odyssey among the oddballs, she is often comically appealing. Desperately worried lest she be mistaken for the sort of girl tourist who debarks with a guidebook and a six-month supply of toilet paper, Sally Jay manages a world-weary yawn even when she feels like yipping for joy. She thanks an Italian seducer who wants to marry her to get a nonexistent dowry. Why? "For restoring my cynicism. I was too young to lose it." Only when she falls...
Brown-eyed, lissome Elaine Dundy, "thirtyish," is the daughter of a retired Manhattan businessman, and spent some time as an American girl in Paris. But Sally Jay, she says, "isn't me. She started out that way, but she wasn't moving around. When I asked myself, 'What wouldn't I have done?' and made her do that, she finally got on her feet." Her intention as a writer: "To -fling myself into youth, to say this is how it was, these are my buddies." Currently, Author Dundy's buddies are those of Kenneth...