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...mentor to many but a horror to her own daughter. At great risk to her reputation, she performed half-naked on the stage and had open lesbian relationships, yet believed that feminists deserved "the whip and the harem." She found her most secure love with her third husband, Maurice Goudeket, a man 17 years her junior who was a Jew, yet she was an anti-Semite and in the Nazi-occupied France of World War II displayed what Thurman generously calls a "moral lethargy." At 47, she began a serious love affair with her stepson, then 16. "A real woman...
...years ago, Yvonne Mitchell published Colette: A Taste for Life, a generously illustrated biography that reproduced many of the photographs included here, and with a far more comprehensive text. But Co lette was inexhaustibly photogenic. "There were no more beautiful eyes in the world," declared her last husband, Maurice Goudeket, "nor any which knew better...
Forget Nothing. At 62, she made her third marriage-to Maurice Goudeket, a man 16 years younger than she. "Ah, la la!" she wrote to a friend. "A nice kettle of fish your girlfriend's in, and loving it, up to the eyes, up to the lips, and up to even further than that...
This discipline, husband Goudeket shows, was always at hand when Colette required it. In all their 29 years together, there were no "scenes," there was no "betrayal"; only a diligent, equable harmony based on what Colette called "conjugal courtesy" and likened to the Briton nightly donning his dinner jacket in "a lost corner of Nepal." When she deemed the time had come for "passionate love" to give place to "more lasting sentiments," she quietly but frankly informed him of the fact. Goudeket never saw her in the morning before she had done her face, and when the Gestapo came...
Love and Genius. What was it like, living with such a fleshly dynamo? As might be guessed, husband Goudeket never attempted to rival his earth-shattering wife, never disemboweled eclairs, covered his nose with pollen or caressed bees and wasps. "A man does not love a woman for her genius: he loves her in spite of her genius"-and Goudeket's love was as balanced and precise as a line of Colette's prose. For when his tempestuous wife sat down to write (for three hours every afternoon), it was as if some supernatural policeman appeared and took...