Word: sagan
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...revolution would invent it; for it is the United States which conserves the freshness and originality of the revolution." Not to be outdone, Paris' weekly L'Express commissioned one of France's ranking Left Bankniks for similar duty. It sent 25-year-old Françoise Sagan, confector of adult bedtime stories (Bonjour Tristesse, A Certain Smile), off to Cuba in low-heeled shoes. Her considered opinion: Cuba-shmooba. In her first installment, published last week, she took weary note of the countryside from the train bearing her to a camp rally in the Sierra Maestra mountains...
Divorced. François Sagan (born Quoirez), 25, France's slick novelist of disillusioned sex; and Publishing Executive Guy Schoeller, 44; after two years of marriage, no children; in Paris...
...face. After a few days of this treatment, I was given the bottle torture. It was the most appalling pain. After tying me in a special way, a bottle was thrust in me. I screamed and lost consciousness for, I think, two days . . ." Wrote Novelist Franchise Sagan, one of the many French intellectuals who have rallied behind the cause of Djamila: "There will be impartial gynecologists [at the trial] who will say what results are when a virgin is impaled on a bottle." Three doctors examined Djamila two months after she was interrogated. confirmed that she still carried the marks...
...most "committed" line of lonesco's career, Olivier shouts past the descending curtain: "I'm not giving up!" Chateau en Suede, Frangoise Sagan's first play, following her increasingly dull novels, is the biggest Paris hit in many seasons. Sagan's Castle in Sweden is 18th century, down to the costumes of the inhabitants, who seem like characters from a summery Watteau canvas driven inside by the chill of autumn-but the time is 1960. Dressing up is this family's mildest eccentricity. Beautiful Eleonore is devoted to her husband Hugo, but this has never...
...play's climax, Eleonore's cousin-lover tries to escape from the snowbound chateau, but in the spring his small bones are found near by. No matter: word arrives that another cousin is coming. It all sounds like an insane parody of bedroom farce, but Playwright Sagan wrote it with skill, wit and a minor wisdom as dry as an eight-year-old fig leaf. Virtually all the critics, including hoary Academician Frangois Mauriac, praised Chateau. Dissenters could point to an occasional over-cleverness and seize on one of Sagan's lines for their text. "Intelligence...