Violette Page #6

our separate ways.

Enjoy chasing old ladies?

I want to see you again.

How did you get here?

What a question. By metro.

It's nice here.

It smells good.

Roast beef.

Who's on the photos?

An actress?

Simone de Beauvoir.

Haven't you heard of her?

What do you take me for?

I've read articles about her.

She's my friend.

Is she big-headed?

Dinner's ready!

May I?

Yes. but keep it simple.

"It's baroque.

"A man's sex

in a woman's hand.

"But it's the root of the world."

Who's there?

It's me. Violette.

I called from the bistro next door.

I thought you'd be pleased

to know I've finished.

I won't bother you. Here.

There are 1.000 pages.

I did as you said though.

I kept the essential.

Those publishing gents

will able to cut it up.

Well. we'll see.

I don't care anyway.

I'll read it at once.

Excuse me.

I don't feel too well.

I shan't bother you any longer.

Violette!

Come in for a drink.

It will do us good.

You've got a lovely place.

It's spacious.

Here.

Thank you.

I buried my mother yesterday.

Really?

It was strictly private.

I didn't want anyone.

Do you see?

I'm crying for once.

You should've told me.

I'd have come to support you.

It all happened so fast.

Poor woman.

I'm full of remorse.

To think I frightened her.

One day...

I too will be there.

I may know it.

but the idea disgusts me.

May it never happen to me.

Losing my mother...

I'd never get over it.

How is your relationship

with your builder?

He's married. so it's complicated.

He wants me to sleep with

his brother. What can I do?

Are you attracted to him?

No.

But time is going by...

And I'm alone.

Always alone.

Nothing ever changes.

I'm a desert that soliloquizes.

I shall read it now.

It'll do me good.

May I stay?

It's decided. For The Bastard.

I'll write the preface.

It's been on my mind for a while.

I intend to maximise our chances.

"My case is not unique.

"I'm afraid of dying

and I'm sorry to be alive.

"I haven't worked.

I haven't studied.

"I've wept. I've shouted.

"Tears and cries

have taken up my time.

"I shall leave as I arrived: intact.

"With my defects

that have tormented me.

"I wish I'd been born a statue.

"I am a slug under my manure.

"Virtues. qualities.

"courage. meditation. culture.

"Arms folded.

I shattered against these words."

the marriage reform is underway.

Women can have bank accounts.

manage their own assets.

and work without

their husband's permission.

- Simone de Beauvoir. hello.

- Hello.

You wrote the preface

to The Bastard.

which relates a woman's struggle

for her freedom.

French society is on the verge

of major changes.

altering the relationship

of women to literature.

Tell us about your relationship

with the author.

How was writing fundamental

in her emancipation process?

All writers aspire to sincerity.

Each has their own.

which is unique.

I know of none more honest

than Violette Leduc's.

The Bastard shows

with remarkable clarity

how freedom allows one

to take control.

She questions tirelessly.

She reproduces

what she discovers.

On my advice.

Violette Leduc decided

to write about her life.

I'd published my memoirs.

I encouraged her to do likewise.

She laughed.

as if she didn't deserve my trust.

I proved her wrong and insisted.

She was stricken by loneliness.

disappointment. poverty.

I didn't believe in her solitude

or her inner poverty.

One day.

she discovered Provence.

The landscape by Mount Ventoux

suited this northern girl.

a sensual. curious. emotional being.

There she found the peace

to truly understand herself.

to find the right word.

to create a work

that has an audience at last.

She combined reality and dreams.

To her immense surprise.

her dreams became an opportunity

to reveal the world to readers.

and not retreat from it.

I know of no better salvation

through literature.

The Bastard

was an instant best-seller.

Her subsequent books

were as popular.

Simone de Beauvoir

stopped the allowance

secretly paid to V. Leduc

through Gallimard.

Famous at last.

Violette died in Faucon

on May 28 1972. aged 65.

Her mother died 8 months later.

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