the parvenus who had come to power in Germany

the transatlantic rivalry of parvenu American wealth with the titled wealth of Victorian London

He represents the most “parvenu” part of myself, the most adolescent too. He’s not very intellectual, loves fancy cars, music while he drives.

No one could call him a parvenu. No one could dismiss him as just another entrepreneur.

In real life, the robber-baron industrialists and financiers of Wall Street were no more aristocrats than my grandma from the shtetl. They were parvenus.

Maybe, too, it was because I liked to recognize in A the “parvenu” part of myself: as a teenager I would crave dresses, records, and trips abroad, deprived of these things among friends who had them

A parvenu won’t just drive a Porsche but will also live in a luxury condo and enroll her children in the top private schools.

Only old Catherine Mingott, with her absence of moral prejudices and almost parvenu indifference to the subtler distinctions

the parvenu and snobbish Verdurin salon