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Cueillez-moi jolis Messieurs… (Gallimard, 2007)

Bessora was born in Brussels, the granddaughter of a confectioner and a milkman, and the daughter of a diplomat. She grew up between Europe, the USA and Africa. As a young girl, she wanted to become a stewardess because she spent so much time in hotels, airports and planes. She eventually studied management at HEC in Switzerland. After four years in the dry world of international finances in Geneva, Bessora left her golden girl outfits behind and went to study anthropology in Paris where she moved with her daughter and registered at l’école des Hautes études en Sciences Sociales, and at l’Université Paris- IX Dauphine. She started studying documents on the history of the development of the oil industry in the Gabonese Republic and submitted her PhD thesis. Her studies in anthropology and her need to write made her decide to start writing novels. Her most recent publication is Cueillez-moi jolis Messieurs ; it is her fifth novel and is full of tenderness and sarcasm.

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  • Cueillez-moi jolis Messieurs… (Gallimard, 2007)

A brief summary of Cueillez-moi jolis Messieurs… :
(Loose translation) “ Juliette : Stop fooling around, Claire. Why did you do that ? Are you crazy or what ?
Claire : It was great ! Really, really, really great ! You should do it too. Your behind is full of spiders’ webs, girl ! You have to unclog it !
Juliette : What now, what have I done ? Did I forget to put the cap back on the toothpaste ? Is my hair clogging the sink ? Did you find a dummy under the sofa ?
Claire : Not at all.
Juliette : Why are you in a bad mood then ?
Claire : I’m in a great mood. I am controlling my destiny. All is well.
Juliette : My ass.
Claire : May your ass rest in peace, Juliette.”
Claire is pure, clear like spring water. That sort of thing should never have happened to her…
And Juliette is so … Obscure. And that is without allowing for all her diseases, real and imaginary.
And then, there are the men.
Ah ! Men ! They are so …