L'Affaire

About L’Affaire

“Johnson is more droll than Henry James, to whom she’s been compared, and she’s as witty as a modern-day Voltaire. Vraiment, L’Affaire, c’est irresistible!”—Publishers Weekly

Amy Hawkins, a Palo Alto girl who made herself a dot-com fortune, goes to France to get a sheen of sophistication and, perhaps, to have an affair that will ruffle her all-too-steady heart. She starts her quest in a glamorous resort in the French Alps, amid an assortment of aristocrats and ski enthusiasts. But when two of the hotel’s guests are swept away by an avalanche, Adrian’s children—young, old, legitimate, illegitimate—assemble to protect their interests, feuding under the competing laws of the British, American, and French systems.

Amy, already suspect because she is American, steps in to assist, and unintentionally sets in motion a series of events that spotlight ancient national differences, customs, and laws. Filled with love, sex, death, and travel, L’Affaire is National Book Award finalist Diane Johnson at her very best.

About L’Affaire

Amy Hawkins, a young dot-com executive from California who has made her fortune at the top of NASDAQ, sets off for Europe to find culture, her roots, and maybe a cause to devote her considerable fortune to. Amy starts her quest at one of the finest small hotels in the French Alps–a hotel noted for skiing and its famous cooking lessons–in the town of Valmeri, amid an assortment of Euro trash aristocrats and ski enthusiasts. She has no plans to fall in love.

On the first afternoon, she is nearly swept away by an avalanche . . .

With a memorable cast of characters assembled on an unmistakably European stage, Diane Johnson has crafted a penetrating comedy of manners about being American in Europe–and about love.

About L’Affaire

Diane Johnson returns with another expatriate comedy of manners in this tale of a young dot-com executive from California who sets off for Europe to find culture, her roots, and maybe a cause to devote her considerable fortune to. When Amy checks into one of the finest small hotels in the French Alps – a hotel noted for skiing and for cooking lessons – she encounters a memorable cast of Euro trash aristocrats and ski enthusiasts. She has no plans to fall in love. But on the first afternoon, she is nearly swept away by an avalanche. Johnson’s unerring ear for the cadences of the two cultures, her wit, and her shrewd insight into contemporary manners make her latest work a treat for fans of transatlantic relations.

“If one were to cross Jane Austen and Henry James, the result would be Diane Johnson.” (San Francisco Chronicle)