I loved the HBO series Sex and the City, and never thought it belonged to the entertainment ghetto that the phrases “chick flick” and “chick lit” imply. The show explored the same social and emotional territory that Balzac covered in his novels about Rastignac and other young men from the provinces who come to the Big City and fling down the gauntlet of their ambition, daring Paris to deny them its riches and romance and sensual savors. But now the city is New...
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