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lafcadiosadventures · 1 year ago

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Madame Putiphar Readalong. Book Two, Chapter XIX:

Le baiser phantasmatique de Putiphar

(I reccomend reading @sainteverge 's endnotes of their translation of this chapter. There are many cultural and historical references i haven't covered here, that they did!)

Gustave Moreau's 1861 preliminary watercolor for his Oedipus and the Sphinx.

Confidently, Patrick arrives in Choisy-le-Roi. Borel is still preparing the scene with allusions for the apparition of the terrible Putiphar, the illustrated monster, the flesh devouring Sphinx. We are made to wonder if Patrick, although not inexperienced in negotiating with dangerous, powerful people (Lord Cockermouth, Chris, etc) knows what exactly he’s getting into.

Patrick is confident in his ability to not only convince but also get access to this powerful woman. He has already been successful in winning Father Dillon’s mistress, and expects to work his refreshingly innocent seduction with her as well.

And in fact, beauty, youth and candidness are precisely what charm Putiphar’s lady in waiting, (actual historical person and writer of memoirs Mme. de Hausset)

Like the virtuous prince in a fairytale, Patrick speaks the magical words. In a courteous and melodious way (perhaps his “feminine” upbringing working its magic), he claims to want nothing for himself. Hausset is extremely enthusiastic about Patrick’s rare beauty and manners, (is ready to drop at her knees for him, Borel adds, picaresquely, depicting the libertine milieu we are entering)

But Putiphar herself feigns disinterest.

Hausset fans the flames some more, until finally Putiphar pretends to give up and lets him in.

She receives him lying in bed, languorously. She cannot conceal her admiration for Patrick’s beauty. Armed with it only, can he get what he wants?

His step is timid. He admits he did not expect to be received. (the entering the monster’s lair vibes are really strong)

Patrick looks around and sees Putiphar’s scattered possessions: her drawings, etching materials, a copy of Voltaire’s (as Borel calls him, “the ordinary gentleman”) Tancrede, a book that the author dedicated to her “for more than one reason”. Borel lets us know Pompadour is adroit enough to be making etchings from some of Boucher’s paintings (Boucher is a natural choice, since he painted Pompadour many times. It is also an interesting choice given how he portrayed teenage Parc-aux-Cerfs resident Marie O’Murphy in erotic poses for the amusement of the king). Borel seems to find her approach to the arts as superfluous and laughable. Just a hobby, just a pastime, and making as Plato would say, copies of copies (however, Borel is famously one of the 1st among the French Romantics to praise the rococo/Louis XV style, a style classicists liked to call excessive and tasteless. Borel calls it an authentic expression of something purely French, instead of the imported good taste and rationality à la greque of the neoclassical style)

-so, her interest in the arts is portrayed as that of a dilettante. Through this we are shown not only the connection to the enlightenment (monarchs were definitely approaching the philosophes, trying to give their despotism a patina of progress) but also, as she will explain later, that she had won the loyalty and devotion of artists, some of which she will nevertheless declare enemies of the state. (Borel sums up cleverly the duplicitous way monarchies dealt with these sometimes transgressive authors, reading them, admiring them, befriending them even, as a monarch befriends a serf, but keeping them in a short leash, not hesitating to lock them in jail when needed, as we will see in future chapters)

Patrick looks nervous, so Putiphar breaks the ice, remarking he seems foreign. Despite her artistic dilettantism, Putiphar reveals herself immediately as very well informed on international affairs.

Putiphar talks arrivisme to Patrick, (ambition and eroticism are deeply connected in her mind) who gently brushes her off until she brings up the notion of Giving up his nationality. It would help his advancement. As James Berwick had done, to wonderful effect. Patrick accepts having two mothers (France and Ireland) but not at the expense of renouncing to his nationality. “I reject prostitution” which is what he considers, Fitz-James de Berwick has done, that frenchified irishman and Grandee of Spain. Putiphar is amused, Patrick’s forte does not seem to lie in being diplomatic. However, rather skilfully, he ties his love of his country -bringing Italians unnecessarily into matters XD?- with the request he is about to make. She encourages him to speak without fear. And all seems to be going marvellously for him until the mention of Fitz-Harris’ name. She recoils in disgust, how can he shamelessly admit kinship to such a man. There shall be no mercy for him, she declares in an eloquent tirade about the power of the arts, because Regicides are not the graver threat to the Monarchy. An assassination attempt like that of Damiens, who ended up drawn and quartered, had earned as much adepts as Voltaire (her “friend”) had managed to lose for the monarchy. She proposes a switch of sentences: have the the regicides sent to the Bastille, and the pamphleteers like Fitz-Harris’ dismembered.

(so in showing her as an artistic dilettante, Borel is perhaps showing how she aims to deactivate that dangerous power of the arts, she befriends the artists, makes them owe her protection to control them and advice them, while she herself copies erotic nudes of Boucher. And what a name boucher, la poisson et le boucher, the fishmonger and the butcher, both sellers of human flesh)(no hate to Boucher, I haven’t really looked into his biography and I don’t know how much freedom he had in his participation in painting those portraits, it’s just likely and fun to think the wordplay might have crossed Borel’s mind)

Patrick attempts to make her believe her police has tried to make itself look good in her eyes by besmirching Fitz-Harris, who is a faithful royalist. I “love” the fact that Patrick has been in France for two seconds and he already repeats regional stereotypes like a champ, attributing the supposed guards tendency to exaggeration to their being from either Gasconny (I can picture young D’Artagnan’s reaction) or Flanders.

Patrick claims Fitz-Harris has merely repeated -a small fraction of the the song without giving any thought to its meaning. And it’s true, F-H is prone to speech without though, it’s his “monomania”, so Patrick is not being entirely false here. Putiphar laughs since he makes FH sound like the parrot in Vert-Vert, a poem by the jesuit Gresset, which tells of a parrot who is taught obscenities by some soldiers, which gets him in trouble with some scandalized nuns. Gresset himself had trouble with a Superior of the Visitation, was asked to renounce to the Company of Jesus, lived a debauched life, until he suddenly recanted and burned his licentious writings, which got him the pardon of the next King Louis)(again, arts as a challenge to the monarchy, artists being forced to change their ways if they want to live/continue working). Patrick only asks for the parrot not to be blamed by the sins of the boatmen.

Borel gives Putiphar a monologue that is both somewhat sympathetic and manipulative). She is surrounded by mutineers, the only people loyal to her are a handful of artists who have sworn her loyalty out of interest.(we have already covered this) As the royal mistress (but also political advisor, as many royal mistresses managed to be), she is personally blamed for every misfortune in France. (Which is not fair, but she presents herself as just a friend of the king, while she was actually a political advisor). She coquettishly claims to feel old, (we get a typically surprised remark from the narrator at the beauty of a 41 year old woman)

Suddenly, she comes out from her covers, revealing her semi nude body, letting an arm hang out of the bed. Patrick kneels to kiss it. He thinks of this action as taking the opportunity to make a final effort, aka, using his sexuality to try and manipulate her. The idea of a fully innocent Patrick, or of a Patrick that is seduced by Putiphar is dispelled, this is a completely rational choice he makes.

He kisses and begs, begs and kisses, until he finally succeeds. In ecstasy, Putiphar yields (or appears to yield for now...) has the power of pleasure and beauty defeated the sphinx? Or has it doomed Patrick?

She sends him away with the promise to give him a letter of release at his return. She remarks she does it only for him, and that in unburdening herself, she has made him her friend now. He now belongs to her.

In remembering his rapture, Patrick is repelled by a kiss he is not even sure happened, a phantom kiss, a shadow kiss. It seems more than physical, pure gothic, Gotthelf’s Black Spider kiss*, a kiss that seals his fate, a kiss that equals a faustian pact, and a kiss that was like an aspiration of the soul. Pompadour acquires Gothic Monster proportions, in this poetic closure. She seems more akin, for this brief moment, to the cinematic versions of Dracula or Nosferatu, a being that can do one thing with its body and something else with its shadow. Offering her body as bait, she has kissed Patrick, physically sure, but this kiss which memory disturbs him seems almost metaphysical.

*The key difference is that the kiss in Gotthelf is extremely tangible, leaves a kind of burning scab, and so on. I love that in Borel the kiss is ethereal, like a breeze. Like air stirred by the scythe of Death.

I also love that even if it’s possible to read this scene as a Biblical fall from purity for Patrick, as all of his choices having sealed his fate, which from now on will be as terrible as it can be, all of this does not deactivate at all the fact that all of the evils of this world were provoked by the nobles abusing their power. The supernatural or even moralistic reading is possible, but it is not used here to cancel out the political. And Patrick hasn’t really fallen, he kept his wits about him, he rationally makes the choice to please the woman to win her over. This is not a biblical fall from grace, but rather an underestimation of the powers he is confronting.

#madame putiphar #text post #this was such a good chapter

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dankusner · 8 months ago

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Live Like Karl

What happened when Karl Lagerfeld’s last residence, where he worked and where Choupette lived, was offered at auction.

Karl Lagerfeld was a mega-collector. Of high-collared white shirts (1,000). Of books (300,000). Of period décor (Art Deco, Memphis Group, 18th-century European). And of homes — at least 20, in Europe and in New York.

“He loved buying, redesigning and decorating houses,” said Sébastien Jondeau, the longtime assistant and bodyguard of the fashion designer, who died in 2019 at the age of 85. “It was a true passion.”

One of those homes, the Bond-villain-like lair on the Quai Voltaire in Paris that was Mr. Lagerfeld’s last residence — sold at auction at the Chamber of Commerce and Industry of Paris on Tuesday for 10 million euros ($10.8 million). More than 50 attendees gathered for the sale of the 2,800-square-foot apartment, which Mr. Lagerfeld shared with Choupette, his beloved blue-eyed Birman cat. Bidding began shortly after 10 a.m. at 5.3 million euros, and quickly turned into a standoff between two parties: one who was off-site and communicating through an auction official in the room via a landline telephone, the other who was represented by a French lawyer seated in the second row and taking instruction on his cellphone.

The lawyer, who would not give his name for reasons of confidentiality, appeared to be taking direction in English from his client via a telephone earpiece. Offers bounced between the two bidders by increments of 50,000 to 150,000 euros for nearly 20 minutes, until the lawyer’s bid jumped from 9.3 million euros to 10 million euros. The auction official on the landline with the telephone bidder made a hand motion that her bidder stood down. When the auctioneer, Bertrand Savouré, announced that the apartment had been sold, attendees erupted in applause. Mr. Savouré would not reveal the buyer’s name or nationality.

Proceeds of the sale go to Mr. Lagerfeld’s estate, which will be distributed to Mr. Lagerfeld’s seven heirs: the former model Baptiste Giabiconi, who will receive 30 percent; Mr. Jondeau and the former model Brad Kroenig (the father of Mr. Lagerfeld’s godson, Hudson) will each receive 20 percent; and the Chanel artistic director Virginie Viard, Mr. Lagerfeld’s creative muse Amanda Harlech and the Karl Lagerfeld brand executives Caroline Lebar and Sophie de Langlade, who will split the remaining 30 percent, according to the French weekly magazine Le Point.

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