My French Whore – Gene Wilder

Yes, that Gene Wilder. I don’t know what I expected from this book. It was given to me by Ingrid Abrams, the President of Queens College’s Library Science Student Government (which I am the truly awesome Secretary thereof) as she felt I look like Wilder—a much more common sentiment before the remake of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and The Producers (damn you passage of time!). My assumption was that it was a comedy; however, I soon discovered this to be a serious, well written—if short—tale of a cowardly private in the first world war who passes himself off as a German spymaster. I was impressed by the pathos and structure. Who knew I—I mean, Wilder—had it in him?