Enjoy the read ... and thank you for your memories

A nice post from Morrissey.

La naissance du jour, an unusual novel written by Colette in 1927, partially based on her mother's letters, and published in 1928.

The original French title reminds me of the epilogue of André Gide's Les nourritures terrestres (1897), one of my favourite books by one of my favourite writers:

Le jour naît. Descends dans la plaine. Regarde de plus près chaque chose. Lyncéus, viens ! approche-toi. Voici le jour et nous y croyons. (André Gide, Les nourritures terrestres, Livre VI)

La naissance du jour (The Day's Birth) is much better than the English title A Lesson in Love, but there is always something which gets lost in translation.

Bonne lecture ! Enjoy the read!

Photo taken by Sam Esty Rayner.

How beautiful and stylish were the books in the Twenties and Thirties, and Colette is indeed a great writer who happily got rid of her first husband who exploited her talent. Her literary works warrant her an eternal glory, while her idea that women cannot be as good politicians as men because of their menstrual period is terribly embarrassing.

On a personal note, I think that nobody should be a politician because the fever of the power contaminates everything.

Back to the photo, I appreciate that Morrissey does not wear a smartwatch (there is nothing really smart in these technological devices) and how he shares what he is reading or listening, as the LPs by Barbara Lynn and The Delfonics he bought in Amsterdam, last February.

I have also enjoyed Morrissey's childhood photograph and his commented series of pictures posted, respectively, on 17th and on 23rd April, and it is nice to discover that he has just posted on Central the second part of his "pictorial flicker" from "many icebergs ago".

I really appreciate that Morrissey shares such endearing, witty, thoughtful and funny memories on a normal website which is accessible to people, like me, who are not on the social media and do not want to use them at all, and I deeply admire the way he keeps his private life really private, in a world where 99,9 % of famous people constantly expose themselves to the public eye through every kind of social media, gossip websites and magazines.

To me, the most beautiful part in the new post of memories is the one about the regretted singer Melanie.

To write anything at all is to care. (Morrissey, Many Icebergs Ago - part 2)

I totally agree with Morrissey: writing is caring. I love writing since I was a child: I write a lot and I love to write for the people who have a special place in my life, my mind and my heart.

Vera da Pozzo

Paris, 29th April 2026

(C) Vera da Pozzo

(C) Italy is Mine

(C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living

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