French Milk

by Lucy Knisley

Book Overview

Through delightful drawings, photographs, and musings, twenty-three-year-old Lucy Knisley documents a six-week trip she and her mother took to Paris when each was facing a milestone birthday. With a quirky flat in the fifth arrondissement as their home base, they set out to explore all the city has to offer, watching fireworks over the Eiffel Tower on New Year's Eve, visiting Oscar Wilde's grave, loafing at cafés, and, of course, drinking delicious...

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1416575340
• ISBN13: 9781416575344
• Release Date: October 2008
• Publisher: Gallery Books
• Length: 208 Pages
• Weight: 0.61 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.6" x 5.4" x 8.1"

Customer Reviews

Nice journal-style graphic novel

I am a fan of this author's work. I first discovered her through "Something Blue", which chronicled her journey through relationships to the crazy details of planning a wedding. This book is much earlier than a lot of the works I've already read by her, and I didn't really connect with the sketchbook/journal aspect of it - just didn't flow for me like many of her other works.

Yes, yes!

As a francophile and frequent visitor to Paris, I identified with so many of the author's experiences and observations. Walking home from the Eiffel Tower early New Year's morning - yes! Having an amazing dinner at a small unpretentious restaurant after being turned away from a trendy one - yes! An altogether enjoyable read.

"How am I going to get used to anything other than this unbelievable milk?"

There were two books I was delighted to come across this month (the other one was Winter in Taos by Mabel Dodge Luhan). The first one, French Milk by Lucy Knisley, is an 193 page graphic journal, small-format, mostly drawings (with handwritten captions) and about 4 dozen full-page b & w photos. It encompasses a little over a month spent living in an apartment with her mum in the bustle of Paris right after Christmas the year the author (a comic book artist from Chicago) turned 22. It was first published in 2007. The travel details are just darling; there is a surfeit of delicious food described and illustrated, and flea-market finds and book reviews abound! Lucy is a bit self-absorbed and hormonal, but she realizes it, cracks (visual) jokes about it, and moves on (sort of). Another reviewer suggested she would love a Knisley New York City travelogue. That would be cool, but NY has been done alot - how about a little volume about living and working in Chicago? Ms. Knisley?

Charming Paris Mother/Daughter Travelogue

The Glass Castle author Jeannette Walls once told me that memoir should be universal, and I've kept that in mind ever since when I read them. What I think she meant is that while a memoir is specific to the storyteller in the details, anyone should be able to relate to it, somehow. As I read Lucy Knisley's French Milk, I was struck by her storytelling, but also her age, use of photography, and that I could never write such a book, though I too have traveled to Paris with my mother. The fact that her divorced parents are on good terms, a fact she casually drops in, resonated with me, especially when her father comes to join them for a brief visit during their six-week trip. This would never happen in my divorced family, and it made me, briefly, jealous--again, this goes back to Walls's maxim; my life circumstances may not be the same as Knisley's, but hers caused me to reflect on my own. She also exhibits a particular pride and faith in her work (with the occasional doubts), one that I still struggle with in my early thirties. Her dedication to her art and the creation of this book are apparent. Other moments are brief but powerful, such as going up the Eiffel Tower on a particularly windy day, where Knisley writes, "You could feel the tower move in the wind and see the birds blown off course." I was torn as to the value of the photographs she included; at first, I thought there was something unfair about it, but then I came upon one of her kissing a wall and realized there was no other way to capture that moment, at least, not so thoroughly. The photos are used sparingly, without comment, filling in gaps in her story, fleshing them out and creating what feels more like an intimate scrapbook than a memoir, albeit an accessible one. French Milk is a travelogue, and as such, sometimes the details of each meal become less interesting toward the end. But it's Knisley's personality, and little details that make this book so charming, whether it's the odd characters she meets or her feeling low on a particular day or railing against a piece of bad art, going so far as to name the artist, who's made a rendition of Paris Hilton, by name. I finished the book a bit jealous of Knisley's closeness with her mother, and impressed that she managed to finesse both the details and the bigger picture, a portrait of a young woman just starting out in "the real world," but taking a detour to a city full of pastries, lush dinners, cemeteries, art and adventure before she does so. French Milk will appeal to Americans who've, like Knisley, fallen for Paris, and those looking to recapture their college traveling days. As for me, I'm giving a copy to my mom, and hope that our travels are as fruitful.

Paris here I come

I am very interested in travel, anything French especially Paris as I have not yet been and have always been interested in comics and cartooning so this book was a real treasure to find. I liked the simple style and also the musings on everyday things in life. I felt like I was on this trip with Lucy and her mom. I am planning on using it as a bit of travel guide, for when I finally make my trip, also as a mother/daughter team. I would love to read more books by her...how about one set in NYC - my favorite place in the world!