She drops down hard on the cold curb and hugs her knees, bending her head into the privacy of the dark little crave created by her arms. Normally, she wouldn’t dare hang around this long on in front of a 7-11, but the curb looks high, and having recently accumulated a fresh coat of red paint, not too dirty. She has been walking around now for at least two hours and wants desperately to rest. Sucking weak coffee through a hole in the plastic lid of a red and green Styrofoam cup, Sera sports a place to sit down. The novel opens with Sera, sitting on a sidewalk on Las Vegas Boulevard. Now if you wonder if it has anything to do with the eponymous film with Nicholas Cage, the answer is yes. How many times do we struggle to remember a book we read a few weeks ago? Leaving Las Vegas didn’t fade away, it left a lasting impression on me. I read Leaving Las Vegas last December and it’s still vivid in my mind. Leaving Las Vegas by John O’Brien (1990) Translated into French by Elisabeth Guinsbourg, revised by Hélène Cohen.
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