Day 16: When asked to give a backhanded compliment, it’s best not to direct it at an author who’s still alive. Therefore, today I’m wondering why more people haven’t read one of Colette’s fifty novels. She’s been my favorite author since I read The Vagabond about twenty years ago.
Especially today, as the third wave of feminism converges with burlesque, Colette’s bold image seems relevant. At the same time, her notoriety as a self-styled libertine might deter readers who would appreciate the sensitivity and perceptiveness of her writing. She’s unrivaled in her ability to convey the sorrow of wounding another as a consequence of honor.