After finishing Glenny's examination of the 1990-92 dissolution of Yugoslavia, I returned to Roger Vadim's Bardot, Deneuve, Fonda (1987). I left the book in the last pages of the Deneuve section, after it became apparent the two were drifting apart. Kinda like me and the book.
Pictured up top is an Ilyusian IL-18V Turboprop, the plane Vadim and Jane Fonda took from Paris to Moscow in 1961.
"The Russians had just built a giant turboprop Ilyusian, able to fly from Moscow to Havana without stopping. We boarded this strange plane at Le Bourget Airport. First we walked through a sort of steamship cabin where twelve perfectly silent men were sitting, all dressed in the same blue suits. Then we walked through a long corridor where there was one compartment after another with sliding doors, rather like the Orient Express. After passing a bar and a kind of restaurant-canteen, we came to an area that reminded me we were actually on a plane: the passengers were crammed into narrow, uncomfortable seats. Finally, there was a section that resembled a luxurious Pullman car, with individual tables and large, very roomy and comfortable armchairs.
"'Don't tell me that this thing is going to fly,' said Jane in a rather worried tone.'" (234)
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