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Juliette
Recamier and the Punjab Sarkar
By G.S.
Cheema
OF strange couplings, this must
surely be the strangest, the readers will say: "What
possible connection can there be between Juliette
Recamier and the government of Punjab?" None,
absolutely none. Except perhaps for the Montmorency link.
Among our Juliettes many suitors was one Adrien de
Montmorency. A 100 years later, another member of that
house, Sir Geoffery de Montmorency, would become Governor
of Punjab. I have not been able to pinpoint the precise
genealogical connection between the two, though,
doubtless, there must have been one, for names like
Montmorency are not lightly assumed (it is the name of
one of the most ancient families of France).
But even if, with the
assistance of Debrett and the Aimanach de Gotha, I
should succeed in establishing it, it would still be a
very tenuous one. However, the sight of highly ornate divan
in the well appointed office of a fellow colleague
immediately reminded me of that famous French beauty
whose smiles must have broken a thousand hearts in the
troubled years that lie between the Directorate and the
final expulsion of the Bourbons from the throne of
France.
To begin with, the piece
of furniture which provoked that voluptuous reverie
(Julie Recamier nee Bernard was always most provocative,
most frustratingly so) was not a divan at all but
a chaise-longue, which an enterprising furnisher had
succeeded in selling to my colleague who prided himself
on his good taste, and was in the fortunate position of
being able to furnish a new office from scratch.
I have always regarded a
chaise longue as a decidedly feminine article of
furniture, it is indelibly associated in my mind with the
image of that grande dame who has been portrayed
by two of the most famous artists of her time
David and Gerard reclining on two different pieces
of furniture of that class.
Im aware that the
Romans of the Decadence are also frequently shown
feasting and drinking while reclining on divans which
bear a striking resemblance to the chaises of the 18th
century, but then the roistering Romans of the Decadence
are invariably coupled with equally decadent ladies (of
questionable virtue), and that certainly does not give
the chaise the requisite respectability; the Roman
example, if anything, would utterly damn that exquisite
piece of furniture, making it absolutely unsuitable for
an office room, and certainly impossible under the Punjab
Sarkar, a government which had banned cigarettes
and tobacco from its austere and puritanical precincts
long before their carcinogenic properties were fully
recognised.
Anyway the long and short
of it is that I succeeded in convincing my friend that
the furnisher who was trying to fob him off with an
expensive chaise longue under the cover of a more
imaginatively designed divan could only be his
worst enemy; that the offending article was ineradicably
associated with ladies in decollete gowns,
displaying an embarasse de cleavage, and anyone
who saw that piece in his room would immediately presume
that he was a debauche.
But now that I have
touched upon the subject of Juliette Recamier I may be
allowed the indulgence of dilating a little on that
charming beauty of a bygone age, for, to be absolutely
truthful, I have always been carrying a torch for her
ever since (in my early adolescence)I first came across
her portrait in the Encyclopaedia of the Fine Arts. And
maybe Im doing the lady an injustice after all. She
may have broken a thousand hearts, but she was chaste,
and even though she was married at the age of 15 to the
banker Jacques-Rose Recamier of Lyons, she remained a
virgin at least up till the age of 31! At least that is
what her biographer claims.
There was a certain
mystery about her marriage. Her husband was 27 years her
senior. It was rumoured that he had been the lover of
Juliettes mother, and Juliette was his daughter.
Fearing for his life (for that was the time of
Robespierre and the Reign of Terror), he made sure that
his fortune would pass to his daughter by marrying her.
The rumour may be discounted, as may be that other
rumour, spread by Merimee, that Juliette was physically
incapable to losing her virginity. However, she was
undoubtedly afraid to death to give herself, and Monsieur
Recamier, though not the most sensitive of men,
respected her susceptibilities as he put it
once.
But Juliettes
virginal beauty and charm, combined with a sensuousness,
an almost voluptuous gracefulness, exerted an
irresistible experience. Sentimental and frivolous in
turns, playing with passion but terrified of surrendering
to it, she tormented even those with whom she merely
flirted a category embracing virtually every man
she knew, and who were incautious enough to allow
themselves vain hopes could say of her, as did Benjamin
Constant:"She has played with my happiness, my
career, my life. May she be cursed!" Only one man,
Chateaubriand, thought differently; but when he and
Juliette met and loved, she was 40 and he 50.
Her portrait by David can
be seen in Chateaubriands country house in the
vicinity of Paris. Here is also the original chaise
longue which is featured in the David portrait; it came
up accidentally in an auction in the 1950s and was
identified successfully as the one in the picture. The
portrait by Gerard, shows a much younger Juliette; we can
easily recognise in her the coquette that broke a
thousand hearts. It is the pride of the Carnavalet, the
museum of the city of Paris, which is housed in a 17th
century hotel which was once the residence of another
famous blue-stocking, that indefatigable letter-writer,
Madame de Sevigne.
At first the chair on
which she is so wantonly displaying her sultry charms
seems curious, it seems a truncated chaise longue. And it
is just that, for very often it was made in sections,
consisting of two chairs and a central stool, which could
be put together or separated according to ones
requirement. In this version it was called a peche
mortel.
And just to establish once
and for all the feminine (and nefarious, if the ladies
will pardon me) character of this piece of furniture, may
I also recall that the famous statue of Pauline Borghese,
Napoleons favourite sister, sculpted by Canova and
exhibited today in the Villa Borghese in Rome, also shows
her reclining on a similar article of furniture? Of
Napoleons numerous sisters, Pauline was the most
scandalous; compared to Juliette her sins were scarlet,
and as the visitor can see, she is virtually nude. Her
scandalised brother ordered the statue to be kept under
lock and key, though her husband (from whom she was
separated soon after her marriage), would occasionally,
as a mark of special favour, after a particularly
convivial dinner, allow his friends a glimpse of it.
But why even the humble divan
should be considered suitable for furnishing the
rooms of senior officers is a good question. The
intention surely could not have been to convey the
impression of a laid-back bureaucracy, however
deliciously appropriate it may seem to some. And to say
the truth, not many divans will be found in
offices today. But considering that they were introduced
during the ministry of Partap Singh Kairon, when the
Punjab administration was particularly noted for
efficiency and vigour, it is certainly intriguing.
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