PRÉVERT Jacques (1900-1977). - Lot 102

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PRÉVERT Jacques (1900-1977). - Lot 102
PRÉVERT Jacques (1900-1977). 14 L.A.S. "Jacques" (most with small cat sketch), 3 with DRAWINGS and one with COLLAGE, [1942-1944 and n.d.], to Claudy CARTER; 25 pages in various sizes, including 6 cards or postcards (one incomplete), one address. Beautiful love letter to his companion during the Occupation, inspiring Les Feuilles mortes. Claudy Emanuelli dite Claudy CARTER met Prévert in 1938: she was sixteen years old, he was thirty-eight; she acted in several films; they parted after twenty years. La Garoupe, Cap d'Antibes [1942?] "I think you received the money I asked Paulvé to give you and that you had news from Carné. [...] The marvellous show put on by Marcel Duhamel left the stage with extraordinary rapidity, having collapsed miserably after 5 performances... It was sad and funny at the same time"... - Letter decorated with colored pencil drawings of 6 flowers. "In a way it's lucky you're not here... because here it's always rainy, muddy, cold and wet... but I work from the inkwell [...] there are also the moon and the stars here at night, like over Paris, and lots of glow-worms... and then little gnomes... leprechauns... korrigans... goblins... little creatures like those in the Place St Sulpice, and branches after trees, and leaves after branches... and then the wind"... - After sending a ring: "It's very pretty, it's like a tale: the weaver who brings the ring!" It will bring him good luck. " Don't regret leaving too much, Claudy, life here is unpleasant to live, few things to eat and little or no money to buy them and almost no more subway or electricity, no more cinema (which is not a great loss, it was becoming so stupid) "... Pierrot and his wife are expecting a child... He invited Claudy's father to lunch... "I also have a huge admiration for you. [...] I think of you every day with immense tenderness and I am sure that as soon as this atrocious bullshit stops, you will work and you will have a freer, more beautiful, calmer and happier life... In the meantime, when you are alone in your little house - think ill of me as little as possible"... - Paris Tuesday evening [September 1943]. He writes to her at two addresses. "I am very sad today and I don't really know why [...]. I'm leaving at noon for a day to see Pierrot who is resting at Tual's, in Indre-et-Loire and who has been ill again... I saw his film [Adieu... Léonard!] which is very nice, very funny and above all a little bit very nasty, people fuck each other up, call each other jerks, already it doesn't work badly at all. I didn't get to see Les Mystères de Paris [a film by Jacques de Baroncelli], a wonderful tail... And what I can tell you is that the film is not getting good press but that everyone, without exception, knowing you or not knowing you, agrees that you are VERY GOOD and VERY BEAUTIFUL... - Paris Tuesday evening "second edition": "Summary of a letter sent to the Priory. 1° Write to me, I'm worried 2° Don't forget to send me your civil status... you never know 3° I'm thinking of you, it makes me sad to know you're ill. 4° I am not mean [...] 11. Everyone is unanimous about you that The Mysteries of Paris is something that will do you a lot of good. No one talks about this film (which they find very bad), they talk about you, which on the contrary they find very good and very beautiful. Monday [autumn 1943]. "I've just received your letter and you see, I'm answering right away. If I don't come back, if I haven't already come back, it's because I couldn't do otherwise. This story of an unfinished film that has to be resumed never ceases to create new difficulties, not to mention the worrying and dreary money stories. In any case, the talking cinematograph is beginning to annoy me considerably; it's very nice when you make films from time to time, but every day: shit! Well, that didn't stop me from going to see you in Les Mystères de Paris, you're good, you know, and above all you exist more than all the others, I was happy and it made me happy, especially when you slyly spill the bucket of dirty water on the mother superior. You have a long, wickedly sweet look that quickly tells all about the real mysteries of Paris, not to mention those in the Rue de Buci. As for him, he suffers from sadness and headaches... He went to see Pierre Brasseur's play [Un ange passe] - "it's very funny" - and he often eats in town, "at Mayo's, Simone and Chavance, Maurice Henry, Arletty, who tells you a lot of things"... - [Winter 1943-1944?], letter adorned with colored pencil drawings of flowers, a flock of birds, and a bright sun on a green field. "Claudy peti
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