. . . like a woman scorned.
And scorned she was. Valérie Trierweiller, French president François Hollande’s former “First Girlfriend” as the American press proclaimed or “Premier Dame” as the French press dubbed her — basically no one knew what to call his live-in lover — was summarily dismissed in late January in a brutal communique: “Jefais savoir quej’aimis fin à la vie commune quejepartageais avec Valérie Trierweiler“.
He called his declaration into Agence France Press, thus putting an end to speculation about the object of his affection which apparently then (and now maybe) focused on the French actress, Julie Gayet. Please note the bold type where Hollande used the first person pronouns three times in one sentence: “I am making it known that I have put an end to my partnership with Valérie Trierweiller,” he declared.
How elegant, n’est-ce pas?
(If you have other activities and interests in your life and you’ve missed the backstory on the sulfurous lifestyle of Monsier Hollande, please click here andhere for details.)
|The book that may change the course of French politics.|
Never mind elegance. Madame Trierweiller, 49, twice divorced and mother of three sons, got her “revenge is a dish best eaten cold” payback last week. She wrote a tell-all book about her eight year liaison with François Holllande, Merci Pour Ce Moment or Thank You For the Moment.
Even before her book was published, apparently 200,000 copies were printed (in complete secrecy in Germany) and immediately sold out, Hollande held the record as the least popular president since polling was invented in this country. Today his approval rating is 13 percent. Many see her book as the coup de grâcefor his political career — “kicking him while he’s down” if you will.
The press is in a hysterical feeding frenzy, loving every second of the scandal while claiming embarrassment and outrage about even talking about the book. One anchorman threw it over his shoulder in “disgust” after critiquing it for 20 minutes. Hypocrisy at its most exquisite hauteur.
|Ségolène Royal, former partner of Francois Hollande and mother of four of his children.|
Luncheon and dinner table conversations are abuzz with the ramifications of the book with most voicing either real or simulated outrage that a woman scorned has no “amour propre” (self-respect). Some, however, counter that since Trieweiller admits to her almost self-destructive penchant for jealousy — long after she was the apparent reason for the split between Hollande and his companion (the man thinks marriage is too bourjeois for him) of 29 years and mother of four of his children, Ségolène Royal — and other character flaws that she is speaking the truth about their life behind closed doors. The question remains, does it matter?
I have not read the book because I couldn’t find one and ultimately I probably won’t buy it. I’m repeating here what others have said from a luncheon yesterday where two guests had read it to the press coverage. On-the-street TV interviews indicated, at least in the handful of those questioned, most will not buy the 20 Euro exposé.
Interestingly, this is what the Daily Telegraph noted from her book: “. . .Trierweiler, in the best piece of writing of her career (she’s a former political journalist with Paris Match) has changed the nature of the game. Her Hollande comes across as mean, cold, ungenerous, given to offensive macho put-downs and snobbish contempt, a serial liar in love and in politics, self-satisfied and media-obsessed.”
He, according to her, claims to hate the rich, “but the truth is hedespises the poor.” She said that in a “witticism” he referred to them as sans dents, without teeth. I asked My-Reason-for-Living-In-France if this were a French expression and if so what did it mean. He said he had never heard it before and assumed it meant those who couldn’t afford to replace their teeth.
|An affaire d’état or merely a series of complicated romantic affairs? Left to right: Valérie Trieweiller, François Hollande, Julie Gayet.|
One will never hear a French politician admit that at times the personal can be political and only rarely will the public suggest that possibility, in France, sex and politics have always existed and in many cases throughout history the duo has been celebrated. This is an interesting instance of politically
Is lying lying and thus a commentary on one’scharacter? Or, can one (should one)compartmentalizefabrications?
Oh, how I’m looking forward to your comments.