Today I found out Polly Platt, the American-born writer, consultant, and tireless champion of cross-cultural understanding, passed away on December 26, 2008 in Vienna. It’s a very sad moment for me, because Polly Platt gave me my first real introduction to France when I first arrived over 13 years ago with her book “French or Foe?” in my suitcase. I had never been out of the US before, except to Mexico, and since I grew up in Arizona, I don’t think that counts. I arrived in 1995, during a stressful time in Parisian history marked by metro bombings and one of the longest transportation strikes since May 1968. I was placed with a French family for the school year who spoke no English, and even though I had over eight years of school French under my belt, I could hardly communicate. I didn’t think it was culture shock at the time. But Polly’s book — which explained why I shouldn’t smile at strangers in public, what to expect in terms of customer service, and how to avoid making a complete idiot of myself at a French dinner party, among other things — was like a life raft of information in what seemed to be a bewildering place at the time.
Polly left a lasting impression on my life, and I know I am not the only Francophile in the world who won’t forget her. Read a lovely tribute to Polly by a close friend and colleague — and also a Polly — on the blog Polly-vous Français?
