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In the spring of 1944, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry left his wife, Consuelo, to return to the war in Europe. Soon after, he disappeared while flying a reconnaissance mission over occupied France. Neither his plane nor his body was ever found. The Tale of the Rose is Consuelo’s account of their extraordinary marriage. It is a love story about a pilot and his wife, a man who yearned for the stars and the spirited woman who gave him the strength to fulfill his dreams.
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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the author of the legendary classic The Little Prince, left his wife, Consuelo, in the spring of 1944 to return to action in WWII. He disappeared, and neither he nor his plane were ever discovered. Here is Consuelo's own tale of their marriage -- a love story about a man who loved to fly and the free-spirited woman who inspired him to pursue his dreams. The Little Prince was a gift to Consuelo, and The Tale of the Rose is a moving thank-you note of sorts, a love letter to her departed husband.
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In 1944, the flamboyant French pilot and author Antoine de Saint-Exupéry was on a military reconnaissance flight over the South of France when he disappeared. His body and plane were never recovered. A passionate and feisty man, Antoine had been married since 1931 to Consuelo, a beautiful Salvadoran woman, and his voluminous correspondence to her provided the basis for many of his later writings, most notably The Little Prince. In 1945, Consuelo wrote her own story of their relationship, a memoir that was only recently discovered and published in France last year. (In 1949, Antoine's longtime mistress, Nelly de Vogue, published her own book about Antoine under a male pseudonym; it made little mention of Consuelo.) Consuelo's book is a gorgeous, swooning piece of work that gracefully covers the troubled arc of her and her husband's thirteen-year marriage, their many separations and reunions, and the seductive power of Antoine's personality. While she puts up with Antoine's often brutal selfishness and many affairs, Consuelo is realistic and honest about their relationship.
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Two decades after her death in 1979, Consuelo de Saint-Exup ry's manuscript on her tumultuous marriage with celebrated aviator/novelist Antoine was discovered, edited, and published in France. "Virtually airbrushed out of the picture" since Antoine's death in 1944 (as the introduction indicates), and merely mentioned in his mistress's biography, which was published in 1949, Consuelo kept her own story in the dark depths of a trunk. Originally written in her husband's native French rather than her own native Spanish (they met in Argentina in 1930), this story reveals the inexplicable passion of two people who could neither live with nor without each other. Antoine's need and desire for freedom was too great, resulting in loneliness, abandonment, and destitution for Consuelo while he was on heroic flights or entertaining friends, admirers, or mistresses. They lived for each other's written missives, often lengthy expressions of passion especially felt when they were separated by large distances and ultimately expressed by Antoine in The Little Prince. Consuelo's compelling story is a mixture of joy, sadness, and passion, constantly moving the empathetic reader through a series of emotions. Clearly, she was a storyteller in her own right, as demonstrated in this captivating story of life behind the heroism, popularity, and creativity. Highly recommended for public and academic libraries. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 2/1/01.] Jeris Cassel, Rutgers Univ. Libs., New Brunswick, NJ Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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A literary memoir from the wife of one of the most beloved figures in children's literature. Consuelo Carrillo met the famous French writer and pilot Antoine de Saint-Exupéry in Buenos Aires within a year of being widowed from her first husband. The smitten Antoine proposed on the night they met. Overwhelmed by his romantic interest in her, Consuelo fled to France—and Antoine (bearing the gift of a caged puma) quickly followed. This present would prove an apt metaphor for her relationship with the voluble aviator, for Consuelo suffered greatly from the mercurial Antoine's impulsiveness. Even while Antoine was still deeply in love with her, he always seemed to be on the move, either leaving for one of his flights or uprooting their home and relocating it to some new part of Europe or French West Africa. Finally, after he crashed in Libya and went missing for several days, Consuelo had what can only be described as a nervous breakdown. It was after this that Antoine withdrew emotionally as well as physically from his troubled wife, taking on a mistress and setting up separate homes for himself and Consuelo. Yet he could not bring himself to break completely with his wife, and whenever she seemed on the verge of leaving him for good either circumstance or Antoine himself would conspire to bring her back. He had an endearing childlike wonder at the world around him (matched by an equally childlike selfishness), and he would inevitably repeat his pattern of physical and emotional abandonment upon Consuelo's returns. This she endured until Antoine disappeared over France during a reconnaissance mission in 1944. A passionate, dreamlike memoir that draws you into its reverie.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375505645
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/19/2001
  • Edition description: 1st U.S. Edition
  • Pages: 336
  • Product dimensions: 5.24 (w) x 7.79 (h) x 1.18 (d)

Meet the Author

Consuelo de Saint-Exupery wrote The Tale of the Rose in 1945, with the pain of loss still fresh in her heart. The manuscript was sealed away in a locked trunk on her estate, and found by chance, fifteen years after her death, when an academic was digging around for fresh material for a new biography of Saint-Exupery. He died in 1979 and left her estate, and the proceeds from her share of The Little Prince to her gardener.
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Every morning on the bridge, Ricardo Viñes, the pianist with hands like a dove's wings, would say in my ear, "Consuelo, you are not a woman."

I would laugh and kiss his cheeks, pushing back his long mustache that sometimes made me sneeze. He would then go through all the rituals of Spanish courtesy, wishing me a good morning, inquiring about my dreams, inviting me to enjoy this new day of our journey to Buenos Aires. And every day I wondered what Don Ricardo could possibly mean by his little morning greeting.

"Am I an angel, then? An animal? Do I not exist?" I asked him fiercely at last.

He fell serious and turned that El Greco face of his out toward the sea a few moments, then took my hands in his.

"So, child, you know how to listen; that is good. . . . For as long as we have been on this ship, I have been wondering what you are. I know I like what is within you, but I also know that you are not a woman. I have spent whole nights thinking about it, and finally I set to work. I am more of a composer than a pianist, and only in music can I express the way I sense it, this thing that you are."

With the Castilian elegance for which he was so famous in Europe, he raised the lid of the piano in the ship's lounge. I listened. The piece he played was very beautiful. The ocean rocked us gently, prolonging the music, and then, as usual, we started telling each other about our sleepless nights and latest sightings on the horizon, for every so often the sea would yield a glimpse of a lighthouse, an island, or another boat.

I thought Viñes's little greeting would never bother me again, now that it had been expressed in music, and I went to join the other passengers on board the Massilia.

There were Europeans on the ship, whose travel agents had persuaded them that the whole young American continent would reveal itself to them in the sound of a tango. And there were South American tourists, coming home from Paris with a sizable booty of dresses, perfumes, jewels, and bons mots. The older women talked freely and openly about all the pounds they'd taken off at their spas. Other women, even more brazen, showed me photographs in which the various surgical phases of their pretty little noses could be measured to the millimeter. A gentleman whispered to me about the success of a delicate operation: a dental transplant, using teeth bought on the cheap from people with no money.

The younger women made a game of appearing in four or five different dresses every day. They had to get some wear out of those dresses, for the South American customs officers were very hard on the practice, common among society women, of smuggling luxury items back from Europe. Between each new outfit they would douse themselves in heady perfumes. The Argentine and Brazilian women far outstripped the Europeans in the luxury of their attire. And they were always ready to play the guitar or sing the traditional songs of their countries at the drop of a hat. As the boat progressed, these daughters of the tropics began behaving more naturally and their distinctive character grew more conspicuous. Old and young alike, they twittered away in Portuguese and Spanish without giving the French women a chance to slip in even the briefest anecdote.

Rita, a young Brazilian, had discovered a way of making her guitar sound like a church bell ringing for mass or a carillon chiming from a campanile. She said she had first been inspired to do this during a Brazilian carnival, one of those nights of Negro sorcerers and Indians when women abandon themselves to their desires, their truth, the whole vast life of the trackless, virgin jungle. Rita's bells sometimes fooled the other passengers and brought them out onto the bridge. She claimed her guitar was a magical object and said she thought she would die if any harm ever came to it. Père Landhe, the priest she often confided in, was thoroughly disarmed by her and finally gave up lecturing her about her pagan desires and magical beliefs.

I liked Père Landhe. We would take long strolls together, talking about life, God, the problems of the heart, and how to become a better person. When he asked why I never appeared in the dining room, I told him I was in mourning for my husband, Enrique Gómez Carrillo,* and that I was making this journey at the invitation of the Argentine government, which my poor late husband, a diplomat, had represented in Europe for a time. Père Landhe, who was well acquainted with several of my late husband's books, did his best to console me; he listened while I told him, with all the sincerity of my youth, about the love a fifty-year-old man had awoken in me during the all-too-brief time of our marriage. I had inherited all his books, his name, his fortune, and several newspapers he had owned. A life, his life, had been entrusted to me, and I wanted to understand it, relive it, and go on with my own life in homage to his memory. I wanted to grow for him alone; that gift to him was my mission.

Ricardo Viñes had been one of my husband's close friends. Don Ricardo had paid special attention to me in Paris because, through my mother, I bore the same name as one of his friends, the Marquis de Sandoval, and for Viñes, Sandoval meant storms, the ocean, an unfettered life, and memories of the great conquistadors. Every woman in Paris adored him, but he was an ascetic-his greatest love affairs had never been anything more than musical. One day we heard Rita, the guitarist, say to him in a low, husky voice, "Is it true you belong to a very strict, secret order, even more severe than the Jesuits, a sect that requires you to devote yourself exclusively to art?"

"Of course," he replied. "Have you heard, as well, that we shave off half our mustaches on nights when the moon is full, and they grow back instantly?"

My other chaperone on that ocean liner was Benjamin Crémieux, who was going to Buenos Aires to deliver a series of lectures. He had the face of a rabbi, and there was fire in his gaze and warmth in his voice. His words, I felt, were charged with a secret power that reassured me.

"When you're not laughing, your hair grows sad," he told me. "Your hair tires out quicker than anything else about you. Your curls droop like sleepy children. It's curious: when you light up and start telling stories about magic and circuses and the volcanoes in El Salvador, your hair comes alive again, too. If you want to be beautiful, you must always laugh. Promise me that tonight you won't let your hair fall asleep."

He spoke to me as if I were a butterfly that he was asking to hold its wings open wide so he could have a better view of their colors. Despite the long, threadbare jacket he always wore and his beard, which made him look very serious, he was the youngest of my friends. His Jewish blood was pure and just. He seemed happy to be himself, to live his own life. He said he loved me because I knew how to transform myself into something new at every hour of the day. I didn't feel particularly flattered by this; I would have preferred to be like him, stable and contented with what God and nature had allowed me to be.

By the end of the voyage, Viñes, Crémieux, and I had become inseparable.

On the night before our arrival in Buenos Aires, very late, Don Ricardo played a strange and brilliant prelude, then announced that it was titled "La niña del Massilia."

"That is you," he said, holding the sheets of music out to me. "You are la niña, the little girl, on this ship."

Rita immediately wanted to play the piece with him on her guitar, for only her guitar, she said, could reveal the true meaning of the music, and of what Viñes had sensed in me.

When we docked, caught up in the feverish activity of landing, we were like automatons, hardly speaking to one another except out of politeness. Then I heard someone shouting on the bridge: "Where is the widow of Gómez Carrillo? ¿Dónde está la viuda de Gómez Carrillo?"

Only with an effort did I realize they were calling for me. "Señores, I am she," I murmured timidly.

"Oh! We thought you'd be an old lady!"

"I am what I can be," I said, as cameras flashed all around me. "Could you please direct me to a hotel?"

They thought I was joking. A government minister had come to the dock to welcome me. He announced that I was the guest of the Argentine government and that I would be staying at the Hotel España, the residence of official guests. The president apologized for not receiving me at his home, but he was much occupied with a pending revolution.

"What? A revolution?"

"Yes, madame, and a real one. But he is wise, Don El Peludo, this is his third term in office. He knows how to handle this type of incident."

"Will it happen soon, your revolution? Do you often have revolutions in this country?"

"We haven't had one for quite some time now. They say this one will take place on Wednesday."

"Is there no way of preventing it?"

"No," the minister answered, "I don't think so. The president doesn't want to have anything to do with it. He's waiting calmly for the revolution to come to him. He refuses to take any measure against the students who are demonstrating in the street, shouting 'Down with El Peludo.' The situation is serious, but I'm happy that you still have several days ahead of you in which to pay a visit to the president. I would advise you to go and see him tomorrow morning. He was very fond of your husband and will be happy to talk about him with his widow."

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