The Merry Month of May

Fiction. May, 1968. This is the Paris of the barricaded boulevards of rebelling students' strongholds, of the literati, the sexual anarchists, the leftists-written chillingly of a time in French history closesly paralleling America in the late `60s. The reader sees, feels, smells and fears all the turmoil of the frightenting social quicksand of 1968. "The only one of my contemporaries who I felt had more talent than myself was James Jones. And he has also been the one writer of any time for whom I felt any love"--Norman Mailer.