Parisian Lives: Samuel Beckett, Simone de Beauvoir and Me – a Memoir

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Behind the mythical persona was a philosopher who wanted women to be “free to choose themselves”. Human beings were “the sum of their actions”, and she believed it would be reassuring to think that we each have a foreordained destiny, a unique raison d’etre that justifies our existence. But it would also be false. For Beauvoir, each human being is a becoming without a blueprint. She started developing this view in the late 1920s, before she met Sartre, and began to publish her philosophical disagreements with him in the 1940s – but by then they were both become famous in France and her ideas were often credited to him. (And outside France, important texts by Beauvoir were untranslated.) The death of De Beauvoir’s mother, Françoise, three years later brought the two women even closer. “Something happened between us that, like love, is not explicable. She let me into her life and presented me to her friends in her entourage including Sartre. And then we began travelling together in the summers.” If I had a little girl to bring up I would take great pleasure in dressing her. I would go shopping with her and help her choose her clothes until she was seventeen or eighteen and then I’d leave her on her own. You can develop all kinds of complexes otherwise. As De Beauvoir told a biographer: “You can explain my feeling for Sylvie by comparing it to my friendship with Zaza. I have kept my nostalgia for that my whole life.”

Whatever else it was, Beauvoir’s feminism was not triumphalist and her literary strategy was risky when she turned to writing her own story. Over the four volumes of her autobiography she hid times when she failed to live up to her own standards – and she hid some when she exceeded even her own dreams for herself. She never set out to be the woman who wrote the feminist bible, and the life she lived before she did contained several things she wished could be otherwise. But the catch about becoming is that you can’t undo the past; you can only renegotiate its meaning as you look to the future. As a person, Simone was warm and happy, it was instantly clear she was someone who loved life and was enormously interested in other people. This wasn’t at all a pretext to talk about herself. She was genuinely interested in you and this was very stimulating and creative. She really was the most open, adorable, radiant person and to listen to her, to be with her, was a source of inspiration.” I go to the hairdresser about twice a month and have it washed, set and dyed. I’m going grey, you see, and it’s just at the pepper-and-salt stage when it looks grubby. The chignon is a postiche, as I have very little hair of my own.When I was a little girl I was very badly dressed. My parents were very correct and dressed plentifully, but for convention and without taste of their own. At about twelve or fourteen I was terrible – yellow and covered with acne.

Lots of people wrote to her, especially young women and especially philosophy students like me, and she always replied,” she says.

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Gripping . . . In Parisian Lives, which reads much like a ‘making of…’ documentary, Bair gives us her off-camera take on her first two biographies. And, to our delight, we become voyeurs. Can this inexperienced young American tame these two monstres sacrés? Will she be hoodwinked by two larger-than-life writers who want to influence, manipulate, control, even censor her—even as, all the while, they appear to cooperate? . . . A story well told.” And she did. The academics and book reviewers who would decide her fate were by and far mostly male. Bair would remark they could ...disappear into their own assholes… Full of encounters, reflections, tribulations, and revelations—an enthralling account of a biographer’s lot, by one of the art’s most distinguished practitioners.” The story was never published in De Beauvoir’s lifetime, not, Le Bon de Beauvoir insists, because it was “too intimate” – as was suggested when it came out in France last year – or even because Sartre was sniffy and dismissive of it, but because the writer wanted to move away from fiction to concentrate on her memoirs. Then I went to Portugal. My sister was living there and she wanted me to come. I was able to fix up some lectures down there. Portugal! Can you imagine! I was delighted.

Indeed, there have been many times since then when I have been ready to lash out in retaliation for a bad review or an unkind comment, but every time I have remembered these words and I have never explained and never complained. I told her how we had agreed that he would not read it before it was published, and I even told her how he had said he would neither help nor hinder me, which his family and friends interpreted as his agreement to cooperate fully. I told her that, having worked in such extraordinary circumstances, I didn’t see how I could work any other way. I hoped that she would be generous and gracious enough to give me whatever help I asked for, but that she would also allow me the independence to construct a full and objective account of her life and work. Obviously I would need to start a different set of folders, and I went right out to buy them. The only color I had not yet used was purple, so green gave way to purple and that's what the final version became." You guys, this is the start of a chapter, and a perfect illustration at how dull this memoir is. It's about her process writing two famous biographies. Don't get me wrong, it has it moments, but overall I cannot recommend. It inspired her to explore the intimate bond between the famed author and her public for a book, titled Sex, Love, and Letters: Writing Simone de Beauvoir, which will be published by Cornell University Press on 15 September. De Beauvoir’s strong feelings and hopes for Lacoin were also the beginning of her political education. At the time they were at school together, women could not vote, were coerced into marriage and societally encouraged to accept an existence that mostly involved servicing the needs of their future husbands and children.

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It was going to be rounded to a 3, but I do like intelligent people and - Deidre Bair, I see what you did there. I see how, by the end of the book I have decided to finally read Murphy that has been languishing for years on my bookshelf and also some of SDB. Always putting the subjects first. It would appear a biographer is the closest thing to a selfless martyr in the literary world. She said: “Authors get letters, but they don’t always save them. This was a revelation, how much she cared about her readers, why she saved all these letters.” All this went through my mind in a matter of seconds as I dropped my head into my hands and said, “Oh dear. I don’t know if I’m cut out for this biography business.” His demeanor changed immediately, as did his tone of voice. “Well, then,” he replied, “why don’t we talk about it?” Paris is a bustling city that is full of life and flavor. As the capital city of France, the city is home to numerous government buildings, but it is known for its quaint cobblestone paved streets and rich historical landmarks. Landmark of Paris - Eiffel Tower Simone de Beauvoir, centre, alongside Sylvie Le Bon at a demonstration for women’s abortion rights in Paris, c1972. Photograph: Sipa Press