I finally remembered to check out some Colette books at the library, having enjoyed some of her short stories I’ve chanced to read.
Holy moley, what a writer! I just read all the Claudine stories, and am almost through My Mother’s House. So far all her stuff is a heady combination of clear observation, a little tragedy and quirky poetic French humor. She must have been quite an individual to see through the nonsense of the time and produce such deceptively simple, good stories. I’ll have to get a biography of her, as well.
Next on the reading list: Cheri.