Une femme de papier - Lettres d'amour à André Malraux 2004

Overview

"I am coming out of seven years of a life that I truly believed was meant to be. I had room and board. I grew seven years older. For the rest, it's absolutely as I'd always dreamed it. There was not an object we bought together. Not a neighborhood where we lived together. No house, rent, bed by the wall, concierge. Not a line, a note, a word in his writings about me. Did I exist? If he were to leave tomorrow. I'd have nothing (September 1939)." Brive, Hotel Terminus. The two ghosts I am pursuing