A selection of interviews given by Sagan between the years of 1954 and 1980. She opens up with wit and honesty on such themes as childhood, love, money, writing and the success of Bonjour Tristesse, the car accident that nearly killed her, theatre, film, politics and, simply being herself. Much more enjoyable in vignette style than slogging through a long and tiresome bio. A short and simple question is asked - she answers. A couple of hours reading most definitely well spent.
Anyone that skips school swimming sessions to go over the road and drink martinis in a café sounds pretty cool to me. You know what, it's friday, it's after 3, I'll bloody well have one myself!
A few snippets —
As the heroine of La Robe Mauve de Valentine puts it, "I always end up lookng as people want me to look." So I'm the woman who squanders millions, runs over old ladies in a jaguar, takes a cynical delight in shocking people and spends her whole life in nightclubs. But that woman simply does not exist. There are passages in my books that give the lie to all that, but no one ever seems to read them.
From a financial point of view I can't complain, I lead a very comfortable life. But I'm like everyone else in France; I don't like it when they take my money away from me and use it to build little missiles and atom bombs. I don't mind paying taxes if the money goes to those who need it: the old and the sick.
I see myself as being carefree rather than trivial, but I'd rather be thought of as trivial than as a hard-headed intellectual. I get very bored listening to all these liberated women rabbiting on, all so sure of themselves, so responsible and spending eight hours a day cooped up in a little office. I like to dream, to do nothing. I like to watch the time go by without feeling bored or empty. That's real liberation. I'm incapable of forcing myself to do things I don't want to do. I take life as it comes, I look left and right, but I don't look ahead and I don't look back over my shoulder.
I loathe this flood of eroticism. It annoys me. Suggestion is more important than provocation. It's so boring, so unimaginative. If you really want eroticism, you should go back to de Sade and Sacher-Masoch, tie people up in corners, beat them and then rub salt in the wounds. All these displays of naked people making love are so boring. What has it got to do with me if they make love with the light on or off, if she wears a nightgown or not, if they wear pajama tops or not, if they talk, cry out or whatever?
I'm still on friendly terms with my former husbands. And I still have the same men friends. I ought to build a sort of pen for them. The trouble is, it might become a little crowded.