A collection of the love notes Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas wrote to each other during the time they were together paints an intimate picture of the love these two woman shared.
Gertrude Stein was an American writer who spent most of her life in France, and who became a catalyst in the development of modern art and literature. Her life was marked by two primary relationships, the first with her brother Leo Stein, from 1874-1914, and the second with Alice B. Toklas, from 1907 until Stein's death in 1946. Stein shared her salon at 27 rue de Fleurus, Paris, first with Leo and then with Alice. Throughout her lifetime, Stein cultivated significant tertiary relationships with well-known members of the avant garde artistic and literary world of her time.
I am so in love with this book. Intimacy is one of my favourite things in the entire world and this book is purely that - the little love notes and poems and written thoughts shared between Stein and Toklas. To be able to peek into the world of two people so close, so in love - to see pain, misunderstanding, apology, reintegration and simple daily events in addition to the playful eros - is a little slice of heaven to me as a voyeur of humanity.
A fascinating glimpse into the intimate world of a most enigmatic author/artist and her lady love. Stein requested these remain private during her lifetime, sadly due to the world's view of her brand of love, and so we almost missed one of the great, and real, love stories of the modern era. Thank you Kay Turner, a woman I was thrilled to meet last happy new year, for revealing and reflecting upon these lovely, loving, in love women.
I absolutely adore this collection of selected notes that Stein & Toklas left for each other throughout their long marriage (I don't care, to me it's a marriage). While part of me felt slightly guilty for reading a glimpse into someone else's relationship, each letter brims with so much love, affection, and concern for the recipient that you can't help but get drawn in.
-When you come to feel the whole of anyone from the beginning to the ending, all the kind of repeating there is in them, the different ways at different times repeating comes out of them, all the kinds of things and mixtures in each one, anyone can see then by looking hard at any one living near them that a history of every one must be a long one.
-Do you really think I would yes I would and I do love all you with all me. Do you really think I could, yes I could yes I would love all you with all me. Do you really think I should yes I should love all you with all me yes I should yes I could yes I would. Do you really think I do love all you with all me yes I do love all you with all me And bless my baby.
-My dearest wife,
This little pen which belongs to you loves to be written by me for you, its never in a stew nor are you my sweet ecstacy.
-knows that his blessed baby wifey is all here and he is all hers, and sticks to her like burrs, blessed baby
-Baby precious my own delight, my sweet my tender my always right, my love my wifie, my all and all my sweetest baby my little ball, my everything always, my just like that, just everything always
-Here is a lovely new note book to fill full of notes A lovely new note book to fill full of hopes, And notes and hopes and baby's dotes, I dote on she She dotes on me, we dote on each other oui oui oui.
*-I don't obey Do this you say Well do it together and Thats the way we obey