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May 3rd, 1985

Paris: twelfth day. Wakened at 8:50 by phone call from a French journalist, Bernard Geries of Le Monde; I agreed to meet him at 3:330 in the lobby for an interview. Napped for much of the morning, then had lunch in the hotel dinning room, Les Autisaires. Walked up to Credit Lyonnaie; cashed another $200. Came back for interview. Likeable, interested and interesting young way, apparently much respected in literary circles here; spoke English quite fluently but with curious accent I couldn’t place as either English or American or by class. We talked for just over an hour, and he promised to send me a copy of the paper it comes in on May 9, the afternoon of the day we leave.

Embassy reception, 6:30-8 o’clock. Saw a number of friends, including Michel Mohrt (again), Michel Gresset, Claude Richard, Phillips Jawroski – the best three long-term student of my work and sponsor of it here in France. I made an appointment for an interview at 11 a.m. on Sunday with Mathieu Lindon of Liberation; Jaworski will serve as interpreter, his wife as photographer.

Afterwards, Gwyn and I went to the Hemmingway bar at the Ritz; drank Johnny Walker black while the bartender told Hemmingway stories out of his personal experiences as a young chauffeur- mainly to do with guns and shooting, most of them apparently ture, including an account of how he gave him a fine over-and – under shotgun when he was barely 17.