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 4.5 STARS 
 In one word: enrapturing. A beautifully intoxicating mash-up of lives, and loves, in 1920's Paris that collided in my mind to create a trillion different sparks of emotion. I want to write this review from a completely subjective point of view, and although one can argue that all book reviews are subjective, I want to make a point of it. I'm not an avid reader of historical fiction, nor am I easily swayed by a promising synopsis, but 
 Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris 1932 
 stamped it's words onto my heart, and I'd be a lying fool if I didn't admit that it changed the way I look at the genre. 
 There is so much to be found in the stories no one remembers to tell. But there were five people in this narrative that were willing to share theirs. Told from two styles of narration, first and third person, Lovers at the Chameleon Club Paris 1932 was a depiction of art imitating art. Francine Prose drew inspiration from the likes of real lives, including Violette Morris (character, Lou Villars): female athlete and Nazi spy, and 
 Tropic of Cancer 
 novelist Henry Miller (character, Lionel Maine). In the author's imagined Paris, these characters became intertwined in each other's existence in the most subtle and extravagant ways. Friends became lovers, lovers became downfalls; desire, pain, strength, identity, and betrayal became the perfect backdrop for life, and life became a story to tell. 
 I enjoyed the first-hand accounts the most. I couldn't get enough of the skewed realities that each character seemed to exist in. Francine Prose created characters that seemed to become even better story tellers than she was, and soon my mind just refused to believe that I was reading fiction. I wanted these characters to be living, and breathing, flesh. I wanted to know that these lives were actually lived, their feelings were felt, and their energies thrown out into the world that I'M residing in. 
 Lovers at the Chameleon Club Paris 1932 
 was a force, it was a conductor of laughter, and tears, and distress, and some of the strongest emotions I've felt while reading a book, in a long, long time. 
 How would someone else describe YOUR life? Who could do justice to the things you experienced, the moments of triumph and defeat? 
 Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris 1932 
 was unlike any other multiple perspective narrative I've ever read. There was so much pleasure to be found in reading about two moments, told from such differing viewpoints. About actual moments in history, told from the expressive mouths of fictional characters. 
 I'm not sure I'll be able to stop recommending this book. 
 Recommended for fans of: Historical Fiction, Cultural Fiction, Controversial Topics, LGBT content.