1933
Colette, translated by Antonia White
Excerpt from The Cat
B
A young man is more in love with his cat than with his fiancée. It is a love of the senses and the spirit, but it's not sexual. (I think.) A well-done character sketch, as well as an unsettling union of two of Colette's favorite subjects. Unlike The Last of Chéri, I'd actually like to read more.
And this is the last of Colette I'll see for over a decade, when she'll return with four contributions, including Gigi, and outdo herself for the longevity record.
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