During the occupation of Paris the actress Arletty
had a relationship with Hans Jürgen Soehring, a Luftwaffe officer,
and gave the famous riposte to a member of the French Forces of the Interior
interrogating her after the Liberation: ‘My heart is French, but my ass is international’
It seems that the French authorities had Ms Arletty marked down as a Nazi collaborator. How shameful of them. I’m rather impressed with Arletty. Her mind, her body, her choice, and not a living soul harmed, yet she was found guilty of ‘moral treason’…can there be such a thing? The French being wonderfully French, for her crimes she received a sentence of eighteen months imprisonment, most of which was served in a private chateau…at least a sniff of ‘La Belle France’ panache. Perhaps the powers that be should have been seeking collaborators who had given rise to deaths and bloodshed instead of wasting her time.
That said, on to my new book, ‘THE SNOW WHITE TIGRESS’…an avid dreamer and gal not unlike Arletty.
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A ‘state of isolation’ is not my favourite definition of ‘lockdown’ given the first-class alternative reads, ‘the confining of prisoners to their cells, typically in order to regain control during a riot’…much better and not unsimilar to my own experience.
Whatever, without this germ free incarceration during which I researched and penned, round the clock, seven days a week for want of something to do, to the point I made myself sickly, my new book, ‘The Snow White Tigress’, originally planned for release in December 2194 would be, as my old Australian chum might have put it, “As dead as a dodo’s dick.”
Yet here it is, alive and well, the finished article…which is ten times more than I am. You see for the sake of my sanity, or perhaps more akin to my incidental derangement, rather than mask my face during this period when bank robbery is plainly off the menu I found myself writing, writing, swigging something red as and when, then more of the same, a day and night-time repetition I cannot recommend to another living soul. Many words later the net result, the adorable Snow White Tigress…’Frenchie’ to her bosom pals and adversaries alike…is as fit as a butcher’s dog whereas I, as mentioned previous, am not. Surviving on pills, potions and a tad more ‘red’ at least I’ve made it to the finishing post…just.
THE SNOW WHITE TIGRESS
The tale of a remarkable gal bent upon putting right all the worldly wrongs her puzzling maker overlooked. The proud possessor of a dual personality, when needs must she fights fire with fire, taking on both abominable Nazi’s and their shady sympathisers. An assassin by trade, gate-crashing evil’s jamborees, her forte; administering primal justice her worthy quest.
To the outside world a dynamic operative, yet in the private company of lovers and the like-minded, her alter-ego holds sway, for that half of her lives only to unwittingly reinvent desire’s darkest secrets. The one thing her polar opposite identities can agree upon, the impure delights of untamed romance.
Set mainly in London and Northern France twixt 1936 and 1945, within this tome you’ll find the gal I speak of in all her glory. Known by every man jack as ‘Frenchie’ she is an undeniably accomplished dreamer who lives for unalloyed love, blue-sky sex, and penny plain fair play.
Beneath, the mildly immodest back cover.
‘The Snow White Tigress’ is available across the globe from Amazon as a paperback or on Kindle. Below the UK link. Herewith the US link AMAZON.COM