This is a book by Colette – that was previously released as the work of her Husband Willy. The book’s homoerotic undertones caused a scandal in 1900, but read it also for Colett’s wit and her evocation of the french countryside.
“And then there are my favourites, the great woods that are sixteen and twenty years old. It makes my heart bleed to see one of those cut down. No bushy undergrowth in them, but trees like pillars and narrow paths where it is almost night at noon”
No comments:
Post a Comment