These ""Recollections of a French Childhood,"" almost next to nothing as a novel, are a naive recitative of Regine's twelfth...

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THE POPE, MY BROTHER AND I

These ""Recollections of a French Childhood,"" almost next to nothing as a novel, are a naive recitative of Regine's twelfth year when she decided to become an early Christian, sometimes saint, sometimes sinner, even though by the close she found it took too much time to be either. Her father found religion a good thing for young girls (it kept them ""busy and virginal""); her mother didn't seem to care; and she undertook the salvation of her much younger brother, Jean-Paul, who had not even been baptized. This black smocked and beret-ed memoir is full of small scenes-- at home with a fairly large staff; in school; on a pilgrimage to Sacre Coeur; and off to the country for the summer. Its chief virtue is a part naivete but it's too minimal to have much of a chance.

Pub Date: March 1, 1966

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Page Count: -

Publisher: St. Martin's Press

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Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 1966