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661 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1982

I read this book centuries ago, but it still evokes a warm feeling and a smile at the unpredictability of life and its sheer vibrance.
A narcissistic and genius painter from the turn of the century, a time when Picasso, Matisse, and Dalí were creating or had recently created. The blossoming, roaring France of the 1930s—a hysterical and unique Paris.
A poor girl with a thirst for life, eager to dive into the whirlpool.
An unyielding, somewhat cruel, secretive, and wealthy American heiress.
Then comes the Second World War and the dazzling, insidious fashion runways, the New York and "Vogue" of the 50s and 60s. Three generations of women are unwittingly bound to a single man in an inexorable yet colorful destiny.
The novel could pass for a romance, but with the caveat that it is actually a blend of at least two or three genres in varying proportions, with the author having mixed in a whole host of other ingredients: painting, fashion, business, growth and shifting priorities, the life choices made with a light or not-so-light hand and their price, family, and the thunder of history. It possesses that epic quality, that breadth that breaks the narrow framework of market-driven, single-genre orientation and authorial ignorance regarding era and psychology.
The characters are very human, and Mistral himself is one of the most likeable unlikeable characters, while simultaneously fitting my idea of an artist creating masterpieces for eternity. No one is entirely bad, no one is entirely good. Betrayals, selfishness, and love unfold according to the natural logic of life. Across three generations, peaks and valleys, happiness and misery, crimes and redemption take turns.
I hope this way of writing—pure entertainment with a dash of seriousness and good cultural literacy—has not been left entirely in the past.