Time, it is said, soothes wounds and tames antagonisms.
This law does not apply to the dark years 1940-1944.
The more time passes, the more the evidence of Vichy's subjugation to the occupier multiplies.
Inevitably, the judgments are all the more clear-cut.
Paul Morand had hardly guessed this development.
His
War Diary
, of which here is the first installment, is likely to arouse incomprehension, even indignation, among contemporaries.
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At the time this
Journal
begins , that is to say in 1939, shortly before the declaration of war, Morand was a leading writer as well as an intermittent diplomat.
Entering the Quai d'Orsay, he quickly fell from a height, put off by administrative tasks and the obligation to fit into a hierarchy, also convinced of arousing the jealousy of his colleagues because of his literary and worldly successes.
His career therefore experienced eclipses and it was ultimately thanks to Georges Bonnet, Minister of Foreign Affairs, whose name remains…
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