Tobias Grey

They Eat Horses, Don’t They?, by Piu Marie Eatwell – review

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This is all very well, but where does it effectively lead us? Well actually either through hindsight or sheer blind luck it becomes an intriguing portrait of just how much France has changed over the past 50 years or so. Take French wine consumption, for instance, which has plummeted in the past 30 years, decreasing from 50 billion litres in 1980 to 32 billion litres in 2008. Far from heralding a new nation set in the image of former French president Nicolas Sarkozy’s teetotal ways, so-called binge-drinking (or le binge-drinking as it has come to be known in France, much to the French Academy’s chagrin) has rocketed among younger tipplers. Indeed it has become the principal cause of death among French youth, claiming three victims a day.

Other statistics show that France has become a nation of fast-food guzzlers After the United States, it is now the biggest market in the world for McDonald’s and the largest consumer of sushi in Europe. ‘By 2010, fast food accounted for seven out of ten meals eaten outside the French home,’ writes Eatwell, ‘and the length of the average meal had gone down to 31 minutes, from 1 hour 38 minutes in 1975.’

Despite its much-vaunted battle for cultural exception, it seems that, physically at least, France is beginning to resemble no other nation quite so much as the United States. This is particularly true of the once idyllic French countryside, where the outskirts of villages are ‘turning into a vast shopping mall’. According to Eatwell, ‘26 square metres of agricultural land are gobbled up by development in France every second’.

No doubt if other countries were placed under such an exacting microscope their stories would be similar, but the fact remains that France continues to excite our imagination like no other. ‘We insist on reading into the French distorted images of ourselves,’ writes Eatwell in one of many entertaining footnotes — whence our inclination to idealise and often vulgarise a certain savoir vivre which, though it still exists in small pockets of the French bourgeoisie, is fast being swamped by the global marasme.

This disconnect between what modern-day France is really like and how we romantically perceive it is no better illustrated than by the strange and benighted case of ‘Paris Syndrome’. Though it beggars belief, according to Eatwell, ‘Paris Syndrome is a psychosis to which Japanese tourists in Paris are peculiarly susceptible, resulting in the hospitalisation of several dozen a year.’ Trouble starts when misty-eyed visitors from Tokyo or Kyoto encounter the reality of

canine excreta on the streets, brusque waiters, dirty toilets and the dawning realisation that they themselves are slimmer and wear more Louis Vuitton than the average French woman.

Eatwell’s book provides the perfect antidote.

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