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Montmartre is Dead!

“Montmartre is dead!” screamed the headline of a February 1924 obituary in The Living Age, an American weekly review.

The famed artists’ redoubt on a hill at the northern border of Paris had succumbed to an influx of American money and values. The penniless French artists and poets who had once gathered round the tables of the Lapin Agile were being usurped by “the most elegant women and most lavish money-spenders” who clustered in the nightclubs around the Place Pigalle, at the district’s southern edge, popping champagne corks all night. These nightclubs, complained a 1925 French guide book, “are becoming more and more Americanised and are thereby steadily losing their individual character.” Look closely at the image below of Pigall’s, photographed in 1930, and you will see the words “American Bar” posted prominently at eye-level.

Le Pigall's, American Bar (1930)

Pigall’s American Bar (1930)

 

Of course maybe there’s some irony in the fact that one of the best known images of Montmartre before its “decline” in the 1920s was created not by a native French montmartrais, but by the Spaniard Pablo Picasso, who had his studio in the quartier at the turn of the century.

Picasso, "At the Lapin Agile" (1905)

Picasso, “At the Lapin Agile” (1905)

 

To George Moore, the Irish novelist and painter whose fictionalized 1886 memoir Confessions of a Young Man helped to inaugurate the end of Victorian letters, Picasso was an arriviste. Moore studied painting in Paris during the 1870s, the heyday of impressionism. During the nights, he partied at the Élysée Montmartre, the birthplace of the can-can, just up the road from Place Pigalle, where he revelled in the “clangour of the band, the unreal greenness of the foliage, the thronging of the dancers, and the chattering of women, whose Christian names we only knew.”

Élysée Montmartre (1888) by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Élysée Montmartre (1888) by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

 

Moore thought he had it good, but the old guard who could remember the Élysée Montmartre when it first opened, in 1807, may have pitied the party-goers of the late nineteenth century. Back in their day, the venue had been free! You had to pay for dancing and refreshments, but admission was open to all. Galignani’s New Paris Guide of 1830 recommended the Élysée Montmartre to visitors, as well as the Hermitage, a guingette (dancehall) at the top of Montmartre.

Guide book listing for Élysée-Montmartre (1834)

Guide book listing for Élysée-Montmartre (1834)

 

For their part, the nuns of the Montmartre abbey probably longed for the old days before the French Revolution, when a very different hermitage had commanded Montmartre’s heights, and music in the quarter came from the voices lifted to God within their chapel walls. Here Charpentier’s petit motet for the feast of Ste. Geneviève may have been performed for the first time in 1677. 

Montmartre Abbey with Paris in the background

Montmartre Abbey with Paris in the background

 

Geneviève, the patron saint of Paris, who lived in the city back in the fifth century when it still went by the name Lutetia, could remember the good old days of Roman rulership, before Clovis’s father Childeric seized the city for the Franks. The jury is still out on the question of who lived at the site of Lutetia before the Roman era.

Detail of the Gallo-Roman segment of the Peutinger Table (3rd century)

Detail of the Gallo-Roman segment of the Peutinger Table (3rd century) with Paris highlighted

 

All of which is to say that the recent hard-hitting New York Times editorial titled “How Hipsters Ruined Paris” was written by someone with a very short historical imagination. Thomas Chatterton Williams, who moved to Place Pigalle from Brooklyn in 2011, reports hearing the final bell tolling for the quartier as several of the sex shops around Place Pigalle have recently given way to cafés that serve decent coffee and restaurants dishing up kale. God forbid. How dare a new generation identify a genuine need in Paris (where much of the coffee is shitty and dark leafy greens are rare) and attempt to fill it while also creating popular spaces for people to gather? Williams’s editorial has gotten much attention, in the way that obviously wrong-headed writings frequently do. It appeared in my inbox several times, forwarded by well-meaning friends and family.

I think a little bit of history is all that is required to illustrate the silliness of Williams’s claim. But I’d like to close with a maneuver that the professional historian can rarely get away with, unless she happens to be writing a blog; in other words, I’d like to make a prediction. One hundred years from now, in an electronic publication of some variety, someone will make the startling announcement that Montmartre, for real this time, is dead!

 

For samples of other responses to Williams’ editorial see:

The “Destroyer’s Guide to Ravishing Paris” by the website “Paris by Mouth” telling you which new cafés and bars to patronize in the Pigalle area

Trapped in Amber Alert”  a critique of Williams’s romanticization of the sex work around Pigalle. (I wrote a comment on this post, noting some of the real problems of gentrification and affordability that Williams could have discussed.)

For Whom the Kale Tolls” In defense of youth and against the label hipster.

See also Brooke Blower’s Becoming Americans in Paris for an account of the blowback against the Americanization of Montmartre in the 1920s.

10 thoughts on “Montmartre Is Dead!

  1. the history you cite is interesting and i’m going to check blower’s book, so thank you. but my article was not about americanization. it acknowledges the city has always been changing. anyway, you gain nothing with ad hominem and you didn’t respond substantively to the main point, which is that our cities are increasingly homogenizing in boring ways and this is a shame.

    • In fact your essay does equate the changes in the south Pigalle area with Americanization. You refer to its rebranding as So-pi as a “disheartening aping of New York” and you also bemoan the “upscale American cocktail bars” opening in the neighborhood. You also highlight the fact that a “team of N.Y.U. grads” is responsible for one of the recent turnovers in the neighborhood. As you conclude: “The nicer this [area] gets, the more it seems to feel like the one I left behind in Brooklyn.” I stand by my reading of your essay as, in part, about the Americanization (or Brooklyn-ization as it were) of the neighborhood.

      I am not sure where you see an “ad hominem” attack in the blog post. I do critique you for having a “very short historical imagination,” which I suppose could be read as a personal attack (although it’s pretty polite, I think!) Again, I think your essay supports this critique. I didn’t say you were without historical imagination, only that your historical imagination seems to end in the 1870s. As a historian whose work has focused on the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries, this seems shallow to me. My friends who are Medievalists think everything past the fifteenth century is journalism. While I’m at it, I think the use of the word “hipster” in your essay is ad hominem. It seems like a way to castigate a generation, as Rosie Spinks pointed out in her response to your essay.

      As for Paris becoming too homogenous, I don’t see it. Perhaps that’s because I don’t live in a hip arrondissement (I’m all the way south near Montrouge). Perhaps it’s because my kids are in public schools near the péripherique, and the 20 kids in my son’s class come from 18 different countries (no exaggeration). Perhaps it’s because I’ve moved here for the year from a small city that is quite homogenous.

      I could go on, but I need to pull my skinny jeans up and head out to a National concert tonight at the Parc de la Villette. All the best, Rachel Hope.

  2. i think you made two valid points: 1) you are from a small city. 2) you are staying in montrouge. still, you didn’t address the issue of homogenization of taste.

  3. perhaps we can all agree that paris syndrome is fascinating. but ms. franklin has me wrong. i’m not a traveling american, my wife is french and my daughter is french as much as she’s american. i had many messages from french people who were in agreement with the article and have had many conversations in which french friends voiced similar complaints. in any event, i fail to see how simply pointing out that the city has changed in the past and will change again in the future invalidates any critique of the specific ways in which the city is changing now.

  4. Very nice post, Rachel. I had many the same thoughts when I read the NYT piece (though would not have expressed them as well as you did). And I certainly didn’t see anything ad hominem in your comments.

  5. I would add that I agree with the author’s point that “our cities are increasingly homogenizing in boring ways and this is a shame.” Though I don’t think that Paris is any more a victim of that that anywhere else.

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