I just finished the book Henry and June. I understand we were supposed to watch the movie, but I had started reading the book for my literary salon and thought maybe it would be better to finish it.
I find it difficult to know where to start. The book reads like journal, with entries for sporadic periods throughout the month. Anais often quotes herself and others, instead of paraphrasing. I wonder how she remembers so vividly what was said by another person. My psychoanalysis of her changed as I grew to know her better. At first I thought she was a narcissistic woman, just using any man she could manipulate. The more I read though, the more she changed for me. The narcissism I originally diagnosed was not true, it is really insecurity. She has a deep need for attention and to find her place in the world. She uses sex as a tool, but contradicts herself by saying that she cannot have sex without love. I believe she deceives herself into thinking that what she feels initially for June is love and that is why she desires her. Her true motivation for being near her is in fact jealously. Even though June is poor, she has the self confidence which Anais does not.
Her relationship with Henry is more complicated. At first she seduced him because of her jealously with June. She talks about her unfaithfulness and justifies it by saying that if she were not an artist she would be faithful to Hugo. I believe Henry does truly love and need her in a most unhealthy way. He not only craves her attention he needs her undying adoration to feed his ego so that he can write. He demoralizes her by dominating her sexually. He is not a man in the sense of 1931 or 1932. He does not financially support himself or his wife. He willingly allows others to house him, clothe him and feed him. In turn he justifies this by saying it is in account of him being an author. The triangle between Henry and June and Anais is a tragic one. Henry is submissive with June and tells Anais that she dominates and deceives him. Anais wants to believe that she is helping Henry to become a better husband by feeding his ego. She wants to make him stronger, a better man. Henry loves June because with her he does not need to play the dominant male role in their relationship. He can be like a child, dependent on her. Anais initially believes that Henry is this great man and author. It doesn't take a lot of self analysis for her to realize that she has become the mother figure to Henry's child-like personality.
Hugo, Anais's husband is a victim in this love triangle. He works as a banker to unknowingly support Henry and June. Anais gives Henry money that Hugo worked hard and sacrificed for. Anais continually deceives Hugo about her relationship to Henry and June. It is clear that she loves Hugo and feels bad about her actions, just not enough remorse to either stop them, or let Hugo go free.
Eduardo is described by Anais as a cousin, yet she becomes involved with him too. Her relationship with Eduardo is similar to Henry's in that she, Anais, needs to be desired and wanted. For a while she carries on a relationship with Eduardo, Henry and Hugo. Sometimes having sex with all of them in one day.
I didn't find the sexual exploits of any of these people as being strange. The difference between Anais and the main stream society is that most people don't publish their innermost thoughts and feelings. I certainly applaud her for having the courage to put herself out there (in a sense) and allow the general public not just into her bed, but into her brain as well. Henry, D. H. Laurence and Anais all have a huge following. They are well read not just by the lower-class societies, but by upper-class as well, which leads to more thought on why if so many people have be exposed to them, why are they not mainstream reads?
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I think you would very much appreciate the confessionalist writers and poets that we'll learn about in Megan/Olivia's presentation.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your thoughts on Henry and June. Sometime we need to chat about them further. (Too much to type.)