Renée Vivien was a Sapphic poet of the Belle Époche Paris. Very melancholic lesbian. One of my favourite writers, Colette, knew her though I don't think she was particularly taken by her work. As a person, Colette describes her as almost insufferably tragic and fragile, in a way that reminded me of a self-destructive friend I lost who simply could not be saved by anything.
But I thought it would be a good idea to read her work first-hand and see for myself. I like it more than I thought I would, but I'm probably a bit of a sap.
I got Dave Haslam's Looking For Love and read it in a day. It was a brief but intriguing little rabbit-hole
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