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My Blue Notebooks: The Intimate Journal of Paris's Most Beautiful and Notorious Courtesan

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Here is a book of immeasurable value, a postcard from another age. Liane is a woman who flourished in the 1880s and 1890s (although she is writing in the period 1919-1941) who can speak to this age and this reader.

This is a journal, it's content the minutiae of life, and is marked by lack of pretension, realism and extreme honesty. Famous names abound - Proust, Max Jacob, Poulenc, Coco Chanel... but the underlying story is a love story. It is the love story of Liane and Nathalie Barney, and the love story of Liane and Georges Ghika. The story is marked by reticence, by a finesse one recognises as a characteristic of pre world war European culture. In itself this is a disturbing measure of how our world has been transformed, and lessened, by the loss of cultural standards as a result of the extermination in the wars. Be warned, this is a foreign territory; we have to try a bit harder to appreciate this sensibility.

Liane portrays herself as human, as ignorant, as determined to survive, as damaged by her origins and her associates, and as someone who succeeded on the path of the 'artiste', the beautiful woman who successfully sells herself while allegedly practising an art. She knew and admired Sarah Bernhardt, and pays tribute to her dominant gift, her marvellous voice.

It is said that Nathalie Barney was the love of Liane's life, and Liane's journal bears this out by what it does not say, by what it does not reveal. Every statement about Nathalie, who rejected Liane's love to play the field, reveals Liane to be a woman who had given all of herself, unaffected by the distance and lack of contact with Nathalie. Liane was one of the great romantics. Her romanticism makes of her a great contemporary, of all eras. This sensitivity married to such pragmatism and determination makes Liane someone to value and respect. How sad that modern readers have rejected her book because it does not reveal intimate lesbian details of who touched who where. Perhaps lesbianism in the 1890s was a bit more innocent than it is now?

The period of Liane's fame is well in the past when she begins writing. She has mundane worries such as inflation and war wiping out most of her income, an ailing and discontented husband to contend with, and her own failing health. When her loves failed her (for both Nathalie and Georges rejected her for others, despite her beauty and charm - perhaps she was too honest for them), Liane turned to the Catholic Church for solace, and became a rather saintly woman, though she didn't herself think she was more than a sinner.

Liane is someone I like enormously, and I am sad that I was only four years old when she died, for I would have liked to know her. In a sense, a poignant one, I know her through these notebooks.

Imagine if Satine from the movie Moulin Rouge had lived and actually married the Duke. That's the life of Liane De Pougy. Long before the sexual revolution was even daydreamed about Liane was doing exactly what she wanted. Instead of being crushed by society she soared, married well, enjoyed life and in her old age, she changed her mind,repented and became a nun. This should be made into a movie. I liked it.

Liane's notebooks are beyond charming -- she carps about the quality of her dresses from Poiret on one day, reads the "Imitation of Christ" the next, disses Collette rather harshly, and pleads with God to reveal himself to her. Her contradictions are marvelous, she's funny and fearless in her way. I adore this book, and am on my second reading of it.

With the reputation of Liane De Pougy I was expecting to read about the exciting and scandalous life of a notorious courtesan. Instead I was disappointed with reading about the mundane life of an arrogant old woman constantly complaining about her health and annoying love/hate relationships with practically everyone she was associated with. This book was definitely a waste of time!

Liane's life gave her all she needed to write a delicious and delightful book, had she but turned outward. Her self-absorption is amusing for a chapter, then becomes banal. The book made my 17-year-old daughter appear altogether gracious!

Our entire book club of 12 wonderful women thought this book sounded like a great read, but NONE of us could make ourselves finish it (a first in 7 years of book club!). The back cover promises insite into Liane's exciting live, but we just get to hear abou her boring life as an over the hill sinner. Don't waste your time...we didn't! Unfortunately, we had already wasted our money :(
- Lisa from Madison