The Phantom Lady of Paris

In explosive 1968, Calvin Davis spends a year in the City of Light sitting at Left Bank sidewalk cafes, penning endless drafts of the The Phantom Lady of Paris. On café tables he learns more about writing than he has in the lecture halls of two great American universities-Hampton and Howard. He also learns how to wear out the seats of ten pairs of jeans. The honor of birthing such a unique and remarkable woman as the Phantom Lady, he says today, was worth the loss of the pants and the bearing of the pain . . . for today his ＂child,＂ the Phantom Lady, lives.