I have always enjoyed Anne de Courcy’s books, although this was something of a mixed read. In essence, it is a book of two halves. It begins with the decadence and extravagance of life on the Riviera, but, once war looms, there is a far more disturbing account of fascism, anti-Semitism, collaboration and shortages.
Although the book is clear that this is not a life of Chanel, she is a central figure. The beginning sets the scene well, with the Duke of Windsor coming to visit W. Somerset Maugham, and dropping the words, ‘Her,’ ‘Royal,’ ‘Highness,’ like bricks into the conversation… Although the main talking point at that time was Mrs Simpson, and how to address her, there was many others keen to visit this world of luxury and relaxation. From Churchill to Mosley, Aldous Huxley, Cyril Connolly, Wodehouse, Beaverbrook and Edith Wharton, the rich and famous flocked to the sea. However, among the love affairs and sea bathing, there are also drugs, debts and despair.
Certainly, the approaching war cast a dark shadow, despite the initial attempt of many there to ignore the facts that war was coming. As the threat of war increased, many British subjects attempted to leave France, although the Duke of Windsor was hard to convince, until he was almost bundled out of the country, and out of harms way (whether his, or ours, is hard to discern).
Of course, Coco Chanel’s war years, and of her collaboration with the German occupation, are well known. Bizarrely, she attempted to organise peace talks between Churchill and German High Command, but there is more about others caught up in the war; including those in Paris. Among the collaborators, of course, there is also resistance, bravery and kindness. Overall, this is an interesting, if slightly uneven, read, which does not quite know which part of the time it most wishes to address.