Edith Piaf: A Life Told by Herself: Why Love Matters
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Edith Piaf: A Life Told by Herself: Why Love Matters
29.99 €
23.99 €
Edith Piaf wrote this book for one person—her last husband, Theo, who was young enough to be her son (20 years younger!) and for whom she coined the pseudonym "Sarapo" (Greek for "I love you"). For him, she battled a fatal illness, for him, she went on stage, enduring unbearable pain, and sang, sang, sang, ending each concert with the hit "A quoi ca sert l'amour?" ("What is love for?").
And Paris refused to believe that such a thing was possible—the selfless passion of a handsome young Greek for a woman dying of cancer, bent over with arthritis, unattractive, and 40-year-old who looked 60. Behind his back, they called him a gigolo who married a great singer for her fame and money, but he didn't care; he ignored the insults—he had Edith. When she was ill, he distracted her for hours with funny stories and shielded her from the ubiquitous cameras; when she was in pain, he carried her in his arms, clutching her to his chest. He tried his best to protect his "little sparrow," to win back at least a day, at least an hour, from death for her... and he won back almost a year, during which she managed to finish this book.
Only after the funeral did the shocked public realize what Theo had known all along: Piaf's "countless riches" were never in sight. She had never been good at saving money and passed away, leaving her husband only multimillion-dollar debts, the fond memory of a great, once-in-a-lifetime feeling, her unforgettable voice, and this manuscript, impossible to read without tears—the poignant confession of a happy woman who revealed to the world "Why Love Is Necessary."
And Paris refused to believe that such a thing was possible—the selfless passion of a handsome young Greek for a woman dying of cancer, bent over with arthritis, unattractive, and 40-year-old who looked 60. Behind his back, they called him a gigolo who married a great singer for her fame and money, but he didn't care; he ignored the insults—he had Edith. When she was ill, he distracted her for hours with funny stories and shielded her from the ubiquitous cameras; when she was in pain, he carried her in his arms, clutching her to his chest. He tried his best to protect his "little sparrow," to win back at least a day, at least an hour, from death for her... and he won back almost a year, during which she managed to finish this book.
Only after the funeral did the shocked public realize what Theo had known all along: Piaf's "countless riches" were never in sight. She had never been good at saving money and passed away, leaving her husband only multimillion-dollar debts, the fond memory of a great, once-in-a-lifetime feeling, her unforgettable voice, and this manuscript, impossible to read without tears—the poignant confession of a happy woman who revealed to the world "Why Love Is Necessary."
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