If anyone is interested, I summed up the despair I feel (and likely many others) following the Paris attacks in the comment section of Pamela Druckerman's Op-Ed piece (today's NYT). I also did a few rounds of US radio (on Fox News of all places) last night and this afternoon. It's not that I'm anyone special – just a journalist and an artist – but I have lived in Paris for more than two decades.
Those of you who have picked apart my words, you've misread them at best. I don't write carelessly, and clearly I don't have a solution to what plagues us. And if you had one – one that worked – we'd have already put it into play. But: You don't, and we haven't. The best I can do is wish you all peace form this torn and beautiful city.
Don't really know what to say except that this is pure madness here in my adopted city. I've been to these places many many times. I know the streets. I wasn't there tonight, but you could hear sirens on my street on the left bank. What we have now is the carnage of these people with their lives ahead of them, people killed for absolutely no reason. It is sad and disturbing, and if I could embrace all these troubled souls and make them stop, I would. I don't know what any one can do. So many wonderful lives destroyed. Terribly sad. Peace, people.