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Farrar Straus Giroux (1976), 304 pages
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"Cheri" is one of the most honest, sensual, and poignant breakup stories ever written. First published in 1920, it was instantly greeted by Marcel Proust and Andre Gide as a masterpiece and today remains Colette's most admired work. Lea de Lonval is an aging courtesan, a once famous beauty facing the end of her sexual career. She is also facing the end of her most intense love affair, with Fred Peloux--known as Cheri--a playboy half her age. But neither lover under-stands how deeply they are attached, or how much life they will give up by parting ways. A classic portrait of French manners before World War I, "Cheri "also captures a lasting truth about the connections between sex, love, and feelings of mortality. This new edition includes "The Last of Cheri," an epilogue in which Colette depicts Paris reeling in the aftermath of war, at the start of the Roaring Twenties.… (more)
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LibraryThing member gbill
Colette is an unflinching author, both in being honest about the flaws of her characters, and in the sense of writing about taboo subjects, in this case, a young man’s affair with his mother’s friend, an aging courtesan. The liaison ends when he marries a woman closer to his own age, and as
These are not happy tales. The emotions you might imagine - jealousy, sadness, and obsession - are all here, and they feel real. There are memorable scenes, a couple of which I’ll mention (spoiler alert). In the first, Cheri finds himself bored with his new wife and ultimately returns to Lea for a night of passion, but in the morning light, as she’s planning to run away with him, he sees the signs of her aging, and leaves her for good. It’s a brutal end to the first book.
In the second, in The Last of Cheri, years later, as he finds himself listless and bored, his knowing mother quietly arranges for him to meet her again. How French, right? When he does, she’s with a friend, and as his inner emotions rage, they coolly size him up. “From the cold and calculating way she looked him over, Cheri might have been a piece of furniture”. Later “They went on to thrash out the question, weighing up, with a wealth of detail and point by point, every portion of the fore and hind quarters of this expensive animal.” And finally: “He remained where he was, all but snuffed out by the conversation of the two women who had been speaking of him in the past tense, as though he were dead.” Meanwhile Cheri is conflicted; while the memories for him have been at the top of his mind and his feelings for Lea are obviously unresolved, the woman he sees before him has aged considerably and become quite large, such that he keeps hoping the “real Lea” will emerge. It’s a brilliant, heartbreaking scene. Later he’s reduced to adoring her pictures and talking to a woman who can tell him stories from Lea’s past; while Lea has accepted her age and her fate, he has never gotten over her.
Throughout the books, the writing is lean, and provides a window into life in Paris before and after WWI. Colette herself was an interesting woman. She was a feminist, writing articles as a journalist that were “lucid and often scathing about the plight of women in brutal marriages and degrading jobs”, and yet also being a dancer on the stage “who was never averse to a skimpy costume”, and in her personal life having a weakness for bondage, so, as one of her friends put it, “Torn between the desires of her two contrary natures, to have a master and not to have one, she always opted for the first solution.”
“Preferring passion to goodness”, and in a case of life imitating art, she seduced her 16-year-old stepson at age 47 to begin a five-year-long affair with him. The young man apparently wanted Colette to write something more uplifting, about which Judith Thurman quips in her introduction “How exquisitely French: a pimply schoolboy who was honing his sexual technique on the body of his father’s wife objected to the absence of any moral feeling in her writing!” Later in life, as an old man, he would say of Colette that “she eagerly picked the fruits of the earth without discriminating those which were forbidden.” Indeed.
Quotes:
On love lost; her view:
“You see, Valerie, how foolish a man can look when reminded of a love which no longer exists? Silly boy, it doesn’t upset me in the least to think about it. I love my past. I love my present. I’m not ashamed of what I’ve had, and I’m not sad because I have it no longer.”
And:
“It serves me right. At my age, one can’t afford to keep a lover six years. Six years! He has ruined all that was left of me. Those six years might have given me two or three quite pleasant little happinesses, instead of one profound regret. A liaison of six years is like following your husband out to the colonies: when you get back again nobody recognizes you and you’ve forgotten how to dress.”
His view, regretting all those nights that could have been:
“The apparition of the large, flat, half-veiled moon among the scurrying vaporous clouds, which she seemed to be pursuing and tearing asunder, did not divert him from working out an arithmetical fantasy: he was computing – in years, months, hours and days – the amount of precious time that had been lost to him for ever.
‘Had I never let her go when I went to see her again that day before the war – then it would have meant three or four years to the good; hundreds and hundreds of days and nights gained and garnered for love.’ He did not fight shy of so big a word.
‘Hundreds of days – a lifetime – life itself. … He seized hold of his past, to squeeze out every remaining drop upon his empty, arid present; bringing back to life, and inventing where necessary, the princely days of his youth, his adolescence shaped and guided by a woman’s strong capable hands – loving hands, ever ready to chastise.”
On lust:
“When she saw him half-naked, she asked, with a note of sadness: ‘Do you really want to? … Do you? …’
He did not answer, carried away by the thought of his approaching pleasure and the consuming desire to take her again. She gave way and served her young lover like a good mistress, with devout solicitude. Nevertheless, she anticipated with a sort of terror the moment of her own undoing; she endured Cheri as she might a torture, warding him off with strengthless hands, and holding him fast between strong knees. Finally, she seized him by the arm, uttered a feeble cry and foundered in the deep abyss, whence love emerges pale and in silence, regretful of death.”
And this one, actually Cheri’s wife, who begins an affair of her own:
“Once again she fingered the lace round the neck of her bodice, inhaled the warmth and fragrance that rose up from between her breasts, and as she bent down her head she saw the precious twin pink and mauve discs through the material of her dress. She blushed with carnal pleasure, and dedicated the scent and the mauve shadows to the skillful, condescending, red-haired man whom she would be meeting again in an hour’s time.”
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this happens after the first few chapters, most of Cheri and all of The Last of Cheri is about dealing with the destructive consequences. These are not happy tales. The emotions you might imagine - jealousy, sadness, and obsession - are all here, and they feel real. There are memorable scenes, a couple of which I’ll mention (spoiler alert). In the first, Cheri finds himself bored with his new wife and ultimately returns to Lea for a night of passion, but in the morning light, as she’s planning to run away with him, he sees the signs of her aging, and leaves her for good. It’s a brutal end to the first book.
In the second, in The Last of Cheri, years later, as he finds himself listless and bored, his knowing mother quietly arranges for him to meet her again. How French, right? When he does, she’s with a friend, and as his inner emotions rage, they coolly size him up. “From the cold and calculating way she looked him over, Cheri might have been a piece of furniture”. Later “They went on to thrash out the question, weighing up, with a wealth of detail and point by point, every portion of the fore and hind quarters of this expensive animal.” And finally: “He remained where he was, all but snuffed out by the conversation of the two women who had been speaking of him in the past tense, as though he were dead.” Meanwhile Cheri is conflicted; while the memories for him have been at the top of his mind and his feelings for Lea are obviously unresolved, the woman he sees before him has aged considerably and become quite large, such that he keeps hoping the “real Lea” will emerge. It’s a brilliant, heartbreaking scene. Later he’s reduced to adoring her pictures and talking to a woman who can tell him stories from Lea’s past; while Lea has accepted her age and her fate, he has never gotten over her.
Throughout the books, the writing is lean, and provides a window into life in Paris before and after WWI. Colette herself was an interesting woman. She was a feminist, writing articles as a journalist that were “lucid and often scathing about the plight of women in brutal marriages and degrading jobs”, and yet also being a dancer on the stage “who was never averse to a skimpy costume”, and in her personal life having a weakness for bondage, so, as one of her friends put it, “Torn between the desires of her two contrary natures, to have a master and not to have one, she always opted for the first solution.”
“Preferring passion to goodness”, and in a case of life imitating art, she seduced her 16-year-old stepson at age 47 to begin a five-year-long affair with him. The young man apparently wanted Colette to write something more uplifting, about which Judith Thurman quips in her introduction “How exquisitely French: a pimply schoolboy who was honing his sexual technique on the body of his father’s wife objected to the absence of any moral feeling in her writing!” Later in life, as an old man, he would say of Colette that “she eagerly picked the fruits of the earth without discriminating those which were forbidden.” Indeed.
Quotes:
On love lost; her view:
“You see, Valerie, how foolish a man can look when reminded of a love which no longer exists? Silly boy, it doesn’t upset me in the least to think about it. I love my past. I love my present. I’m not ashamed of what I’ve had, and I’m not sad because I have it no longer.”
And:
“It serves me right. At my age, one can’t afford to keep a lover six years. Six years! He has ruined all that was left of me. Those six years might have given me two or three quite pleasant little happinesses, instead of one profound regret. A liaison of six years is like following your husband out to the colonies: when you get back again nobody recognizes you and you’ve forgotten how to dress.”
His view, regretting all those nights that could have been:
“The apparition of the large, flat, half-veiled moon among the scurrying vaporous clouds, which she seemed to be pursuing and tearing asunder, did not divert him from working out an arithmetical fantasy: he was computing – in years, months, hours and days – the amount of precious time that had been lost to him for ever.
‘Had I never let her go when I went to see her again that day before the war – then it would have meant three or four years to the good; hundreds and hundreds of days and nights gained and garnered for love.’ He did not fight shy of so big a word.
‘Hundreds of days – a lifetime – life itself. … He seized hold of his past, to squeeze out every remaining drop upon his empty, arid present; bringing back to life, and inventing where necessary, the princely days of his youth, his adolescence shaped and guided by a woman’s strong capable hands – loving hands, ever ready to chastise.”
On lust:
“When she saw him half-naked, she asked, with a note of sadness: ‘Do you really want to? … Do you? …’
He did not answer, carried away by the thought of his approaching pleasure and the consuming desire to take her again. She gave way and served her young lover like a good mistress, with devout solicitude. Nevertheless, she anticipated with a sort of terror the moment of her own undoing; she endured Cheri as she might a torture, warding him off with strengthless hands, and holding him fast between strong knees. Finally, she seized him by the arm, uttered a feeble cry and foundered in the deep abyss, whence love emerges pale and in silence, regretful of death.”
And this one, actually Cheri’s wife, who begins an affair of her own:
“Once again she fingered the lace round the neck of her bodice, inhaled the warmth and fragrance that rose up from between her breasts, and as she bent down her head she saw the precious twin pink and mauve discs through the material of her dress. She blushed with carnal pleasure, and dedicated the scent and the mauve shadows to the skillful, condescending, red-haired man whom she would be meeting again in an hour’s time.”
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LibraryThing member mjennings26
This book is really blowing my mind. Sad I never had to read it in college. An amazing book!
LibraryThing member anissaannalise
An almost favourite for me but alas I am donating this one to clear my bookshelves. Will likely buy a digital edition (this one is hardback).
LibraryThing member greeniezona
What is it with me and anthologies all of the sudden? At least this is only two books. After the Philip K. Dick anthology I was struggling with feelings of degradation and oppression. I needed something that was the opposite of dystopian American sci-fi, and what better could I find on my shelves
I must admit my interest was piqued by watching previews for the movie version of Cheri (which I have not yet seen, but want to!) And that preview meant that I could hardly imagine any face but Michelle Pfeifer's for Lea, but what a perfect face to have in mind!
Alright, I really had all of these thoughts that I wanted to assemble about how many wildly glamorous or cutthroat books were written about courtesans before this book wrote about the lives of aging courtesans, and how they might fight to hold onto their power, or not, and how growing up amongst women who had experienced the world in that way would affect a young man. But after sitting with my journal, staring off into space for ages without those thoughts ever coming together, I finally decided to abandon them and move on.
Both books, Cheri and The Last of Cheri were beautifully written and thoroughly entrancing. After reading the first book entirely from the point of view of Lea, it was fascinating in the second to get into Cheri's head. Though I do still wish I could have ever understood what Cheri's wife was thinking.
All in all, a lovely summer read.
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than classical French literature by a female author? Plus, it is on my TBR pile challenge list, so extra points!I must admit my interest was piqued by watching previews for the movie version of Cheri (which I have not yet seen, but want to!) And that preview meant that I could hardly imagine any face but Michelle Pfeifer's for Lea, but what a perfect face to have in mind!
Alright, I really had all of these thoughts that I wanted to assemble about how many wildly glamorous or cutthroat books were written about courtesans before this book wrote about the lives of aging courtesans, and how they might fight to hold onto their power, or not, and how growing up amongst women who had experienced the world in that way would affect a young man. But after sitting with my journal, staring off into space for ages without those thoughts ever coming together, I finally decided to abandon them and move on.
Both books, Cheri and The Last of Cheri were beautifully written and thoroughly entrancing. After reading the first book entirely from the point of view of Lea, it was fascinating in the second to get into Cheri's head. Though I do still wish I could have ever understood what Cheri's wife was thinking.
All in all, a lovely summer read.
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LibraryThing member connorshirs
This was probably one of the most brilliant books I have ever read. Age; it is the most hauntingly beautiful theme within this novel. From the pearl necklace to the dress--the shade of white, the absence of color symbolizes the idea of youth. This novel certainly wells up emotion as you witness
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LibraryThing member baswood
No shame in Decadence.
The next book on my shelf was Cheri and the last of Cheri which was translated from the French by Roger Senhouse in 1951. The two novelettes were originally published in 1920 and 1926 respectively by Colette. It is a simple story of a decadent lifestyle set either side of the
Cheri is16 years old when he is seduced by his mother's best friend Léa who is an ex courtesan; 43 years old and now wealthy in her own write. Cheri also is very rich and spends his days in luxurious living spending his money on motorcars, but keeping careful note of the money that he spends on his servants. We pick up the story six years later when Cheri's mother has found him a marriage partner. Edmée is a quiet sixteen year old girl from a wealthy family and Cheri is drifting towards his upcoming marriage. The story starts with a truculent Cheri just gotten out of Léa's bed and wanting to play with her pearls. They both realise that their relationship is coming to an end. Léa and Cheri are both obsessive about how they look, Cheri is described as a beautiful handsome youth and Léa is fighting a battle with her age. The weather in Paris is hot and their languorous lifestyle is brilliantly captured by Colette, the couple hardly ever seem to leave Léa's boudoir: their mornings are spent arguing, then kissing and making up. There are flashbacks of their six years together: a stay in Normandy when Léa tries to interest Cheri in boxing under the tutelage of Patron, and Cheri develops a body to go with his good looks. Cheri and Edmée are married, but after three months Cheri is still thinking about Léa and leaves home.
The last of Cheri picks up his story when he is 30 years old. He has fought in the war and is now back with Edmée, who has become a business woman and manager of a hospital. Cheri is still drifting through life, still thinking about Léa who has gone abroad, but is rumoured to be coming back to Paris. He is drifting inevitably to his own destruction, losing his good looks and not taking care of his health.
Colette captures the decadent lifestyle of a small circle of rich people living in luxury not far from the Bois de Boulogne. They seem unaffected by world events although the women are keenly interested in making money. Cheri survives in this hot-house lifestyle through his good looks and wealth, but his relationship with Léa has meant that while he has become skilled as a lover he has hardly grown up as a man. The champagne flows and the luxurious breakfasts and lunches keep on coming. Cheri says of his bride to be Edmée
Let her kiss the sacred ground that I tread on and thank her lucky stars for the privilege.
Léa thinks about old age:
She had a foretaste of the sinful pleasures of the old - little else than a concealed aggressiveness, daydreams of murder and the keen recurrent hope for catastrophes that will spare only one living creature and one corner of the globe.
The characters are not particularly nasty, but they are not very nice either and Colette does a good job in providing an interesting, well written, atmospheric story that holds the interest. Cheri is little more than a very rich and very spoilt brat, but we continue to follow his progress through a life that appears to be sliding away. The Last of Cheri is best read while suffering from eating or drinking too much, but don't leave it till the morning after. 4 stars.
The next book on my shelf was Cheri and the last of Cheri which was translated from the French by Roger Senhouse in 1951. The two novelettes were originally published in 1920 and 1926 respectively by Colette. It is a simple story of a decadent lifestyle set either side of the
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first world war: a war that hardly intrudes on the lives of Cheri (real name Fred) and his lover Léa.Cheri is16 years old when he is seduced by his mother's best friend Léa who is an ex courtesan; 43 years old and now wealthy in her own write. Cheri also is very rich and spends his days in luxurious living spending his money on motorcars, but keeping careful note of the money that he spends on his servants. We pick up the story six years later when Cheri's mother has found him a marriage partner. Edmée is a quiet sixteen year old girl from a wealthy family and Cheri is drifting towards his upcoming marriage. The story starts with a truculent Cheri just gotten out of Léa's bed and wanting to play with her pearls. They both realise that their relationship is coming to an end. Léa and Cheri are both obsessive about how they look, Cheri is described as a beautiful handsome youth and Léa is fighting a battle with her age. The weather in Paris is hot and their languorous lifestyle is brilliantly captured by Colette, the couple hardly ever seem to leave Léa's boudoir: their mornings are spent arguing, then kissing and making up. There are flashbacks of their six years together: a stay in Normandy when Léa tries to interest Cheri in boxing under the tutelage of Patron, and Cheri develops a body to go with his good looks. Cheri and Edmée are married, but after three months Cheri is still thinking about Léa and leaves home.
The last of Cheri picks up his story when he is 30 years old. He has fought in the war and is now back with Edmée, who has become a business woman and manager of a hospital. Cheri is still drifting through life, still thinking about Léa who has gone abroad, but is rumoured to be coming back to Paris. He is drifting inevitably to his own destruction, losing his good looks and not taking care of his health.
Colette captures the decadent lifestyle of a small circle of rich people living in luxury not far from the Bois de Boulogne. They seem unaffected by world events although the women are keenly interested in making money. Cheri survives in this hot-house lifestyle through his good looks and wealth, but his relationship with Léa has meant that while he has become skilled as a lover he has hardly grown up as a man. The champagne flows and the luxurious breakfasts and lunches keep on coming. Cheri says of his bride to be Edmée
Let her kiss the sacred ground that I tread on and thank her lucky stars for the privilege.
Léa thinks about old age:
She had a foretaste of the sinful pleasures of the old - little else than a concealed aggressiveness, daydreams of murder and the keen recurrent hope for catastrophes that will spare only one living creature and one corner of the globe.
The characters are not particularly nasty, but they are not very nice either and Colette does a good job in providing an interesting, well written, atmospheric story that holds the interest. Cheri is little more than a very rich and very spoilt brat, but we continue to follow his progress through a life that appears to be sliding away. The Last of Cheri is best read while suffering from eating or drinking too much, but don't leave it till the morning after. 4 stars.
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LibraryThing member Alexander_McEvoy
I don’t discount the themes of Chéri and it’s sequel, the End of Chéri. They’re present and interesting: the role of women in post-war France as it interplays with the waywardness of young men sent to war during their formative years only to return to an interwar society that seems to not
Indeed, Chéri’s story is something worth probing on. He’s the plaything of a much older woman in a way that stunts his maturity and leaves him vapid and self obsessed. The constant talk of his looks by women much his senior fuels his Dorian Gray-esque obsession with beauty.
When he returns from war, it seems everyone has moved on from the vapid obsession with beauty to the vapid obsession with money and status. His former lover has grown old and out of shape and worst of all to Chéri she’s happy and unbothered by her transformation.
All of that is interesting, but it doesn’t really come together until the final fourth of the book(s). Before then it’s a slog through Parisian bourgeois predilections. It may be the translation but the writing was overly clunky. Colette is moving far too quickly through dialogue and internal monologues in a way that doesn’t lend itself to story or themes. It didn’t leave me with a feeling of free flowing consciousness moving between thoughts and words, instead I was left lost and struggling to connect with what was written on the page.
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need them anymore. Indeed, Chéri’s story is something worth probing on. He’s the plaything of a much older woman in a way that stunts his maturity and leaves him vapid and self obsessed. The constant talk of his looks by women much his senior fuels his Dorian Gray-esque obsession with beauty.
When he returns from war, it seems everyone has moved on from the vapid obsession with beauty to the vapid obsession with money and status. His former lover has grown old and out of shape and worst of all to Chéri she’s happy and unbothered by her transformation.
All of that is interesting, but it doesn’t really come together until the final fourth of the book(s). Before then it’s a slog through Parisian bourgeois predilections. It may be the translation but the writing was overly clunky. Colette is moving far too quickly through dialogue and internal monologues in a way that doesn’t lend itself to story or themes. It didn’t leave me with a feeling of free flowing consciousness moving between thoughts and words, instead I was left lost and struggling to connect with what was written on the page.
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LibraryThing member GrammaPollyReads
"She kept her birth date a secret; but she freely admitted, letting fall on Chéri a look of voluptuous condescension, that she was reaching the age where she was due some small pleasures. She loved order, beautiful linens, mature wines, well-thought-out meals."
From this moment, I was hooked.
In the edition, that I read there was a prologue that debated the translations of this novel as completed by Roger Senhouse. I think there is potentially an argument to be made that a male translator may not be able to recreate the subtlety of a text written by a woman. I do wonder how this particular translation would compare to his and may take the time at some point to look into that.
In the meantime, I have found a new (to me) author and look forward to exploring more of her writing. The only thing that might be better is if I had continued to study French so that I would not have to rely on translations to read these texts.
From this moment, I was hooked.
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Having never actually read any of Collette's work before I did not know what to expect. What I found in these pages were attitudes and feelings that seemed to address the point I am at in my life. While I cannot directly identify with the actions of Lea in these novels, I can understand reaching a point where being somewhat settled in life is as comfortable as a large bed. In addition, I think that these two novels need to be read together as they definitely bookend the story of Cheri and Lea.In the edition, that I read there was a prologue that debated the translations of this novel as completed by Roger Senhouse. I think there is potentially an argument to be made that a male translator may not be able to recreate the subtlety of a text written by a woman. I do wonder how this particular translation would compare to his and may take the time at some point to look into that.
In the meantime, I have found a new (to me) author and look forward to exploring more of her writing. The only thing that might be better is if I had continued to study French so that I would not have to rely on translations to read these texts.
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Original publication date
1920 (Cheri)
1926 (The End of Cheri)
ISBN
0374513147 / 9780374513146