The latest book reviews in one place

The Existential Englishman Reviews

The Existential Englishman by Michael Peppiatt

The Existential Englishman

Paris Among the Artists

Michael Peppiatt

3.38 out of 5

5 reviews

Imprint: Bloomsbury Publishing PLC
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing PLC
Publication date: 17 Jan 2019
ISBN: 9781408891711

A love letter to Paris and a memoir of a life spent at its bohemian heart, rich with adventures, misadventures and the beauty of one of the most enduringly romantic cities in the world The Existential Englishman is both a memoir and an intimate portrait of Paris -- a city that can enchant, exhilarate and exasperate in equal measure.

4 stars out of 5
Alexander Larman
20 Jan 2019

"elegant proof that Michael Peppiatt’s powers of observation remain undimmed and acute"

Peppiatt, as a young man, was rather fond of the bottle; this book, at its best, has a similarly intoxicating quality, if one allows for the inevitable moments of self-absorption... Peppiatt has an aesthete’s love of life, and there are vivid descriptions of food, drink and romance here that both enrapture and inspire. This enjoyable book works best as an account of a lifelong love affair with the Parisian streets, of the ability to escape the madding crowd and lose oneself in a backyard cafe... The Existential Englishman offers elegant proof that Michael Peppiatt’s powers of observation remain undimmed and acute.


4 stars out of 5
William Leith
17 Jan 2019

"it will ring bells in your head"

So what we’re left with is a man who is drawn to art and who also seeks the status of outsiderdom: he moves to a city that feels like home, but not quite; he has an impossible affair. He is on a quest to find his own inner mess. Later, reminiscing about all of this, he finds it, and writes this book. If you’re interested in art, or writing, or Paris, it will ring bells in your head. I loved it.

3 stars out of 5
Laura Freeman
12 Jan 2019

"exasperates more than it bewitches"

This is a book that fails to fulfil its promise. Paris, Peppiatt writes in his introduction, is “bewitching, temperamental, exasperating”. It is a city that has “trained my eye, sharpened my sense of aesthetic comparison and made the past come vividly alive”. The resulting memoir, like the city, exasperates more than it bewitches.

3 stars out of 5
Steven Poole
11 Jan 2019

"the book passes by easily in the manner of quaffable gossip"

As the decades roll on in a buzz of embassy invitations, freelance art writing and luxurious apartments, the book passes by easily in the manner of quaffable gossip. Stricter editing wouldn’t have hurt – and, existential or not, an Englishman ought to know that Cambridge does not have quadrangles (they are courts). 

3 stars out of 5
Duncan Fallowell
10 Jan 2019

"What I most enjoyed in the book was what I envied"

Peppiatt doesn’t have the calibre of John Richardson on Picasso, but he’s a lot warmer, more open-shirted, than the vain, thin-lipped James Lord who covered comparable territory. Inevitably his many Bacon books involve repetition; and since his prose is waffly, amiable, and loaded with familiar phrases, one is never quite sure how much of the material has been covered before. Bacon remains the presiding genius of The Existential Englishman: ‘When Francis leaves the high goes…’ What marks the book is an overriding sense that Peppiatt is being honest with us: ‘When I tried to cosy up to Nancy Mitford the other day I made no impression at all.’ His candour often takes on an exaggerated self-deprecation and one realises quite early on that there’s a fundamental passivity in him.