Mitterand’s shrink spills the haricots
While claiming that “his book was ordered by Mitterrand himself”, François Mitterrand’s psychoanalist, Ali Magoudi, has the ultimate tell-all book: that of The President’s Analyst.
Mitterand wasn’t too fond of Margaret Thatcher, who tended to
grab her adversaries by the short and curlies take the bull by the horns,
“She is furious,” he said. “She blames me personally for this new Trafalgar . . . I have been forced to yield. She has them now, the codes. If our customers find out that the French wreck the weapons they sell, it’s not going to reflect well on our exports.
“I ask you to keep that to yourself. I’ve been told that psychoanalysts don’t know how to keep mum in town! Is that true?” Magoudi did not reply. Instead he asked: “How do you react to such an intransigent woman?” Mitterrand replied: “What do you expect? You can’t win a struggle against the insular syndrome of an unbridled Englishwoman. To provoke a nuclear war for small islands inhabited by three sheep who are as hairy as they are frozen! Fortunately I yielded to her. Otherwise, I assure you, the metallic index finger of the lady would press the button.”
There have been no credible reports of Polaris nuclear-armed submarines in the area.
The book reveals that Mitterand had stage-managed an attempt on his own life, tried to keep secret to the public the existence of his daughter, and that Mitterand consulted an astrologer who was a a former model and soft-porn actress.
I do shudder at the thought of Thatcher-Mitterand, though,
“There was a certain tension between them, but they had a relationship of seduction, the rapport of man-woman.”
As Homer Simpson would say “Too much information!”
Update: I have a question.