In memoriam: Pauline Réage
Looking back, through the mist of time, I imagine you, at night, under the feeble light of post-war Europe, patiently moving your pen along the lines, writing for him, just for him.
The woman you invented, was she you, was she your sister, your doppelgänger?
He wanted to publish, you were not so sure, after all, you would be the object of scandal, but his will was stronger: how could you resist him?
The story has survived the winds of fashion, and she, your heroine, is still in our hearts.