‘The Tale of the Rose : The Love Story Behind The Little Prince’ by Consuelo De Saint-Exupe`ry

roseIf you have read the “The Little Prince‘ by Antoine de Saint-Exupery and felt sorry for the boy who pined for his Rose, you are in for a rude shock. As the title suggests, this is the story of ‘The Rose’ as told by her.

Twice widowed Consuelo meets the aviator Antoine in Buenos Aires and before she can even think of what is happening, gets caught up in the whirl wind world of romance and subsequent marriage to him. The story takes us through their tumultuous lives from  Paris to Casablanca, back to Paris , then to her home in El Salvador and finally to New York.

Antoine comes across as totally self centered and selfish, looking only at what he could get out of the relationship. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that but for Consuelo, most of his much acclaimed literary works may not have seen the light of the day or even been completed. One moment he treats her as though she is the biggest treasure that he has come across, the next as if her very presence would poison him. The callous nature in which he carries on his various affairs right front of her is shocking, to say the least. But, the very moment he gets even an inkling of her intention to leave him, the jealous serpent in him raises itself. By fair means and foul, he ensures that Consuelo doesn’t leave him.

Consuelo herself seem to be at a complete loss as far as her beloved Tonio is considered. She knows he is treating her worse than a doormat, but is ready to fly back to him at the slightest hint. She is literally  banished from his life several times, left stranded penniless and home less in strange towns and even goes through multiple nervous break downs. At the end of it all , she is back at his door step , trying to bring some order into his completely disarrayed life. Is it some sort of heroinism, I wonder, that she thinks she alone is capable to tame such a wild and gifted heart? The essence of their life together is brought out in her words,

“My God, being the wife of a pilot is a whole career, but being the wife of a writer is a religious vocation!”

What Antoine looks for in his wife is also clear as he leaves her before his final flight,

“I could almost thank heaven for giving me a treasure to leave behind: my house, my books, my dog. You will keep them for me.”

The book reinforces some questions that I have always had. Is promiscuity a pre-requisite for genius and an artistic bend of mind? There are so many instances of first wives supporting writers and artists while they are struggling and at the first sign of success they are relegated to the post of a shrewish woman. And the man is pitied and spoiled with pity, love, lust and whatnot.

Verdict – Would not recommend it…unless you are really curious to know about the sad reality  that the ‘Little Prince’ was.

3/5

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About wanderlustathome

Dabbling in numbers for a living while dreaming of words all the while.

Posted on October 23, 2013, in 3*, Life, Memoirs. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. That has got to be a very just review. On the face of it, I don’t find the story palatable, nor do I feel inclined to trouble myself with the questions it seems to raise. However, a lot depends on the narrative, characterisation and the style of the author. I’d take your advise with due humility.

    • The narrative and characterisation is truthful enough. She doesn’t try to put blame on him and the style is quite straight forward. The fact that it was the story behind ‘The Little Prince’ is what made me curious. And that is why I was so disappointed, I guess.

      Each reader would have their own interpretation, I am sure 🙂

  2. That sounds sad. 😦

    I read The Little Prince quite a few years ago, and remember loving it to bits, though I don’t really remember the story entirely. I think I will give this one a miss.

    I just finished reading Karen Harper’s Shakespeare’s Mistress, about Shakespeare’s first love, Anne Hathaway, who stuck by him through thick and thin, and helped him reach the level he did. In spite of being relegated to the status of a mistress by him, and being treated like a doormat. I don’t think I like Shakespeare very much now. 😦

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