That's all her. It is there, intact, in these hastily thrown letters sent from all over the world to her friend Véronique Campion. Together, they had missed the oral of the 1951 bac. This creates links. Françoise Sagan bombards her comrade (we don't have the answers) with little words, postcards, telegrams. There is this letterhead from 167, boulevard Malesherbes (phone: Carnot 03 59), these chickens sent from the Pierre Hotel in New York or the Sands in Las Vegas. She's Plick. Véronique, it's Plock. She also calls him
"my little old man"
, "
dear Verinoc", "my dear Toto".
Sometimes the sentences, handwritten or typed, are filled with spelling mistakes. We can spot his favorite expressions,
“au poil”, “zinzin”.
She buys a Jaguar, meets Marlon Brando, has fun in Jerusalem, reads
light Bergère
by Félicien Marceau, waterski.
To read also
Bonjour tristesse: in 1954, Françoise Sagan seen by François Mauriac
Françoise Quoirez has just published
Bonjour tristesse
.
Glory follows.
She became Sagan, period.
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